[ The response is absolutely delighted (and beautiful!) bird song as he flaps his wings to soar high and then dives back down, making loops and figure eights. ]
[ he's going to go back and perch on the balcony, watching venti as he flies all over. ] Silver told me turning people into animals helps sometimes, so if you're ever feeling down and want to spread your wings come see me.
[ How could it be that This One Harbinger was valid the entire time? What a revelation.
The tiny Ventibird continues this joyful flying for a while, before eventually landing on Childe's shoulder and nudging his cheek, feathers fluffed happily.
[ his own feathers ruffle as venti nudges him. ] Don't mention it. This place is a dumpster fire, so we're going to need to rely on each other to survive on a number of levels. Let's head back inside though and have some of that liquor, alright?
[ he'll fly them both back onto the balcony and then change himself back and then venti. guess you're sitting on his shoulders now! ]
[ he huffs a laugh as venti leans against his head, more or less using it as an arm rest. ]
Well I'm nothing like La Signora if you were thinking of trying to compare me to her. [ he crinkles his nose and heads to a seat, dropping into it and not bothering to ask venti to leave his perch. he can stay there. ] And I'm very cute, TYVM.
[ snorts, rolling his eyes. ] Just because we quote unquote work together doesn't mean we get along let alone like each other. [ pours them both a glass of that snezhnayan liquor and then passes one along to shoulder venti. ]
[ lifts his glass and gently clinks it with venti's and then promptly throws his head back and downs the entire thing. unlike liquor from mondstadt this shit hits hard and burns on the way down. it's got a subdued flavor that's only slightly sweet, but it really seems like all it exists to do is get you shit faced, since, c'mon, that's what liquor's for!!! ]
Did master Diluc ever tell you about the Snezhnayan merchant that tried selling our stuff to Mondstadt, but the lightweight took a drink, passed out for a few days, and then told the guy that you weren't ready for it~?
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outofoffice) wrote2021-04-18 11:57 pm
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But then he has wings, and they work.
And the wind is rushing up to meet him.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the happiest songbird soaring you've ever seen. ]
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The tiny Ventibird continues this joyful flying for a while, before eventually landing on Childe's shoulder and nudging his cheek, feathers fluffed happily.
Maybe that's like "thank you." ]
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[ he'll fly them both back onto the balcony and then change himself back and then venti. guess you're sitting on his shoulders now! ]
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His cheeks are flushed pleasantly when he poofs back, slinging an arm over the top of Childe's head and resting it there. ]
Who would have pegged you for being so kind and cute, ehe--!
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Well I'm nothing like La Signora if you were thinking of trying to compare me to her. [ he crinkles his nose and heads to a seat, dropping into it and not bothering to ask venti to leave his perch. he can stay there. ] And I'm very cute, TYVM.
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Ohhh? Not a fan of your esteemed colleague? How surprising!
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> Thinks about Celestia
> Thinks about the Tsaritsa
> Thinks about Murata ]
Ehehe, cheers to that!
[ Lifting the glass with his free hand ]
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WHOAAAAA ]
Wahhhhh--! It lives up to its name!
[ He doesn't choke or sputter on it at all, this is a SEASONED ALCOHOLIC ]
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And then bursts out laughing ]
No, he did not! And I suspect he'll carry that story to his grave!
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So long as you keep supplying the goods, both your heads are safe.
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And like Master Diluc [ he rolls his eyes. ] could beat me in a fight. I'd mop the floor with him.
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[ let him watch, boys ]
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I doubt I'll get the chance, since what are the odds of four of us ending up in this literal hell hole?
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