[ Tough room. He wonders if he was spot on. On either thought... hm. He looks up with those biiiig pretty eyes of his, tilting his gaze a bit to study him. Seeing Zhongli give as much has he has to his people is one thing, but when the robe was offered, he's already shrugging off the brown one carefully. He stands up – nearly pressing chest to chest with the man... draping it over his own shoulders without breaking eye contact.
Can he hear his damn heart beating faster...? ]
...Thank you. [ Honest with his words, Venti still swims in the fabric but the green does wonders to accent his eyes. ] Here...
[ He turns, the robe nearly slipping off of him before he hoists up the brown one. ]
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Can he hear his damn heart beating faster...? ]
...Thank you. [ Honest with his words, Venti still swims in the fabric but the green does wonders to accent his eyes. ] Here...
[ He turns, the robe nearly slipping off of him before he hoists up the brown one. ]
Match with me. For old time's sake.
[ For two old archons. ]