Uh huh. Suuuuure. Go, enjoy yourself like some child in a candy store.
[ Truthfully, there were only a few books Venti would suggest now to Zhongli. Not ones of history, of Mondstadt's rebellion, or the old fairy tales mothers tell their children before bed. Perhaps they were books of poems or songs that he created, collected by a ghost writer. Venti, of course, was a little arrogant like that.
However, as there is silence... so silence remains. Venti doesn't bother him for some time. A soft thud of a book being pulled from its tightly-fit shelf or a squeak of his shoes, sure, but he lets Zhongli roam.
It feels lonely already, but this was for him. Venti allows these moments of peace for a small bit.
But, of course, mischief does return. As Zhongli passes by a row of shelves in the middle of the room, a soft pssst was visible and a book rumbles, as if begging to be pulled out of the slot it was tucked away into.
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[ Truthfully, there were only a few books Venti would suggest now to Zhongli. Not ones of history, of Mondstadt's rebellion, or the old fairy tales mothers tell their children before bed. Perhaps they were books of poems or songs that he created, collected by a ghost writer. Venti, of course, was a little arrogant like that.
However, as there is silence... so silence remains. Venti doesn't bother him for some time. A soft thud of a book being pulled from its tightly-fit shelf or a squeak of his shoes, sure, but he lets Zhongli roam.
It feels lonely already, but this was for him. Venti allows these moments of peace for a small bit.
But, of course, mischief does return. As Zhongli passes by a row of shelves in the middle of the room, a soft pssst was visible and a book rumbles, as if begging to be pulled out of the slot it was tucked away into.
Does Zhongli go along with this? ]