[ Before Venti even catches Zhongli's gaze, he scopes the incoming wine. Licking his lips in anticipation, his bias for a fine drink is oh so clear. By the time it's poured, he's already grabbing his – taking in the sight and the smell of the wine together.
Yes. With Zhongli, it pairs nicely... ]
Huh? Oh. I guess a little. [ It was not until he realizes the chilled drink would only rattle his bones further – but... watching him undress from his jacket, Venti tilts his glass. ] It's fine – you'll be cold then...!?
[ He was going to toast but now he's getting distracted, damn it. ]
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Yes. With Zhongli, it pairs nicely... ]
Huh? Oh. I guess a little. [ It was not until he realizes the chilled drink would only rattle his bones further – but... watching him undress from his jacket, Venti tilts his glass. ] It's fine – you'll be cold then...!?
[ He was going to toast but now he's getting distracted, damn it. ]