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For such a great man Grand Master Varka is, he is the weakest man they know as soon as reading and paper work is involved. It's not surprising, having known him since their early adolescence when they moved from Liyue to Mondstat, Varka never liked sitting down with anything that had text on it.
Unless it was a map or a letter they wrote to him when they had to go back to Qingce to care for ill relatives for a few months a year of course.
They remember how he would moan and groan and whine laying his body over their back(never his full weight he's always been thoughtful like that) resting his chin on their head. How irritable they would get as he begged for their help on an assignment and how he would always get his way because despite how much they scolded him they did care if he failed.
Throughout the years learning and growing as a knight beside him they lent their reluctant(not truly) aid watching him become the man he is today. A wonderful man who thinks he can escape his duties it seems.
Before he can even make it two feet out of the door way their leg raises without a thought before slamming their foot on the wall right in front of Varka's waist. He looks nervous. Good.
"H-hey there, love! I was just thinking about you!" It's comical really how intimidating he finds them despite being so much smaller and physically weaker than him. Varka could easily push them aside with just a finger and run off to the tavern or with a certain Spark Knight who peeps through the window running off when they meet her gaze. But he doesn't and when they look back up at him with narrowed eyes he simply gulps.
"To your seat." And they don't have to repeat themselves as in a flurry of wind he is seated leaving Mika stunned as if he had just gotten up to try to stop Varka from leaving. The young man snaps out of it more than aware of what is going to happen rushing to clean up his things. They lower their leg from the wall and step in as soon as Mika takes a tactical retreat with an apology for Varka under his breath.
The door clicks shut behind them sealing his fate even though they don't lock it. They don't need to their mere presence stronger that the thickest of chains. Varka sits rigidly his eyes not one leaving their form though he doesn't dare meet their gaze. The wolf has become the hunted as they lay a hand neatly beside hid ink well.
"You will not leave this room until you're finished." They lean into his space and he finds himself leaning back slightly. "Understood?"
Varka nods quickly before confirming verbally. They smile, a strained smile like one gives when dealing with an unpleasant customer but can't say what's really on their mind.
"Good boy."
If Jean walks in while delivering another stack of paperwork and sees the distress in Varka's gaze she dutifully closes her own and does not linger. His partner is at least kind enough to have a bottle delivered to him during his lunch break though Kaeya snickers he quickly shuts up when their gaze lands on him.
"So glad you've volunteered, Kaeya!" They pass him a completed stack. "You can deliver these."
Varka snorts but covers it with a cough when they whip their head around to glare at him. Kaeya takes his cue to leave pushing past Albedo who takes a single glance at the rooms occupants and closes the door and walks away. Varka wouldn't be getting away from paperwork today it seems.