[ There's too much damn electricity in Inazuma. We really need Raiden Shogun to calm it the hell down. Venti was offering a sweet gesture, to return the robe he borrowed and encourage him to enjoy as well.
To match with a dear old friend. Their respective favorite colors seemingly, Venti beams in approval at the sight.
No words were said, really, not for quite some time. Venti was drowning in his robe, his chest and front half fully exposed. Torment. Torture. What silent feelings was he providing the man?
Even he didn't know. All he did was reach up and tug Zhongli's robe shut.
And – ]
You're going to get cold. Y'know... with everything hanging out.
[ HE COUNTERS FEELS WITH TROLLING. But, also? Pot kettle black over here. ]
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To match with a dear old friend. Their respective favorite colors seemingly, Venti beams in approval at the sight.
No words were said, really, not for quite some time. Venti was drowning in his robe, his chest and front half fully exposed. Torment. Torture. What silent feelings was he providing the man?
Even he didn't know. All he did was reach up and tug Zhongli's robe shut.
And – ]
You're going to get cold. Y'know... with everything hanging out.
[ HE COUNTERS FEELS WITH TROLLING. But, also? Pot kettle black over here. ]