( a smirk as he finishes peeling off his jacket. he ponders for a second before he rises from his chair and crosses the small distance around the table in order to drop the jacket delicately over venti’s shoulders. )
Don’t ruin it, bard.
( no wine stains or whatever! but zhongli looks terribly fond as he sits back down.
venti in his jacket, jesus christ he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. )
no subject
( a smirk as he finishes peeling off his jacket. he ponders for a second before he rises from his chair and crosses the small distance around the table in order to drop the jacket delicately over venti’s shoulders. )
Don’t ruin it, bard.
( no wine stains or whatever! but zhongli looks terribly fond as he sits back down.
venti in his jacket, jesus christ he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. )