[ In one fell swoop, Venti loses the heat to his body. He feels cold. The loss of Zhongli's jacket makes him feel lonely. So he sighs and stumbles to the door – waving a hand dismissively. ]
Never. I'm a good boy, after all. The best. I'll treat your bed kindly, gentle and –
[ He mumbles something incoherent, giving a nod before the door shuts. All he's doing is leaving them both to their ridiculous thoughts. Of course, it doesn't stop him from crawling into Zhongli's bed with no care or attention to study him – not when he's this drunk. All he cares about is how soft Zhongli's sheets feel against his face as he lays down. But... will sleep take him? ]
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Never. I'm a good boy, after all. The best. I'll treat your bed kindly, gentle and –
[ He mumbles something incoherent, giving a nod before the door shuts. All he's doing is leaving them both to their ridiculous thoughts. Of course, it doesn't stop him from crawling into Zhongli's bed with no care or attention to study him – not when he's this drunk. All he cares about is how soft Zhongli's sheets feel against his face as he lays down. But... will sleep take him? ]