[ The truth was, even if he was 'planning' most of the night, they were half-assed. A good attempt, but planning wasn't his strong suit. If he has a list, vague but still formed from good intentions, this could work.
To welcome and impress Morax for reasons... he still isn't addressing. He's not sure and he won't speak a word until he was. Precision and clarity is what made his art so well-known โ why not apply that with feelings as well?
There's no denying the heat in his chest and the sting of his cheeks from how deep of a grin he has on him. Their journey begins as any traveler would: through the gates of the city where the weaving stone and hoisted windmills work their magic. ]
You think so poorly of me?!
[ A shooting glance went Zhongli's way as he steals an apple to roll up his arm as if that...proved something?
Give him some trust if he doesn't drop the apple or something. It was childish, but so was Venti. A few quickened steps forward and he turns to face Zhongli, walking backwards quite gracefully without crashing and burning. Smooth. ]
Whatever afflictions I have are all in the name of โ [ The nameless? Venti bites his tongue and looks away. ] In the name of living a free life. The people here enjoy their ciders and their wines... and it is my honor to enjoy them as well!
[ Purposefully, Venti avoids the weight of the world. A good drink or 37 makes him feel light, like he could fly even if he wasn't blessed with Anemo. It makes him regret less, miss less, and fear less. While he isn't a sad drunk by any means, there's a reason he enjoys it so much โ it's a distraction.
Now? Zhongli was his distraction. ]
Many things expand with time. You know, some of the recordkeepers even say the shorelines are disappearing in East Mondstadt. I wonder if the ocean will swallow the land whole at some point? What a story that would be.
[ With a distinct crunch Venti takes a bite of his apple and leads Zhongli deeper into the small market. Sleepy shop owners selling wares and... ah, both of them with no Mora to spend. A shame. He'll keep an eye out for Flora โ she's a little late but she's good to get a freebie from. ]
Are you impressed yet? Go on, go on, sing my praises! They would mean ever so much for such a distinguished businessman as you, Mor โ Zhongli.
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To welcome and impress Morax for reasons... he still isn't addressing. He's not sure and he won't speak a word until he was. Precision and clarity is what made his art so well-known โ why not apply that with feelings as well?
There's no denying the heat in his chest and the sting of his cheeks from how deep of a grin he has on him. Their journey begins as any traveler would: through the gates of the city where the weaving stone and hoisted windmills work their magic. ]
You think so poorly of me?!
[ A shooting glance went Zhongli's way as he steals an apple to roll up his arm as if that...proved something?
Give him some trust if he doesn't drop the apple or something. It was childish, but so was Venti. A few quickened steps forward and he turns to face Zhongli, walking backwards quite gracefully without crashing and burning. Smooth. ]
Whatever afflictions I have are all in the name of โ [ The nameless? Venti bites his tongue and looks away. ] In the name of living a free life. The people here enjoy their ciders and their wines... and it is my honor to enjoy them as well!
[ Purposefully, Venti avoids the weight of the world. A good drink or 37 makes him feel light, like he could fly even if he wasn't blessed with Anemo. It makes him regret less, miss less, and fear less. While he isn't a sad drunk by any means, there's a reason he enjoys it so much โ it's a distraction.
Now? Zhongli was his distraction. ]
Many things expand with time. You know, some of the recordkeepers even say the shorelines are disappearing in East Mondstadt. I wonder if the ocean will swallow the land whole at some point? What a story that would be.
[ With a distinct crunch Venti takes a bite of his apple and leads Zhongli deeper into the small market. Sleepy shop owners selling wares and... ah, both of them with no Mora to spend. A shame. He'll keep an eye out for Flora โ she's a little late but she's good to get a freebie from. ]
Are you impressed yet? Go on, go on, sing my praises! They would mean ever so much for such a distinguished businessman as you, Mor โ Zhongli.