When he gets home that night, after being shoo-ed away by Baekhyun’s house keeper, confiscated impasto knife in hand, he’s still in quite a dazed state, tripping on Kris’s expensive Persian carpet, almost landing face first on the ground, right at said man’s feet. Kris shoots him a weird look when Chanyeol brushes off his elbows and knees, and the younger of the two glares from the floor as the other saunters over to his precious carpet, patting down the flipped up corner tenderly and examining it, tracing the patterns with his fingers, brushing off whatever dust Chanyeol had gotten on it.