( zhongli stares down into those perfect eyes. he’s lost for a second, recalling all of the times he and barbatos squabbled but always ended up sharing wine by the end of it.
his hand betrays him, thumbing lightly at the edge of the corset, fingertips just barely slipping into the folds of fabric to touch at warm skin just above where venti’s shorts start and —
he quickly pulls away and dusts himself off. )
Made up for? You deserved those, Barbatos.
( TSUNDERE TIME because he was really close to wanting to shove his hand up venti’s shirt and corset to feel at his chest.
no subject
his hand betrays him, thumbing lightly at the edge of the corset, fingertips just barely slipping into the folds of fabric to touch at warm skin just above where venti’s shorts start and —
he quickly pulls away and dusts himself off. )
Made up for? You deserved those, Barbatos.
( TSUNDERE TIME because he was really close to wanting to shove his hand up venti’s shirt and corset to feel at his chest.
what is wrong with him. )
Let’s head over there. ( go the TRAP DOOR AREA. )