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[ At this point Venti:

- has a flower drawn on him for almost every day he was asleep
- is covered in a small mountain of real flowers
- has his hair styled in elaborate braids with flower decorations
- has fanmail and several pictures of himself sleeping taped to his back

. . . Anyway, he eventually stirs and sits up with a dramatic yawn, arms (and wings) languidly stretching over his head. ]

[ Oh. Is he waking up?

Takes a swig from a cup because even if he is getting drunk, he has certain etiquette rules to follow. ]

[ It takes a few moments for him to get his bearings.

He tilts his head this way and that, frowning at the unfamiliar weight -- and stares in perplexity as flowers flutter down into his open palms.

Then he looks owlishly around the room, eyes finally stopping on Zhongli.

And staying there, for a very long moment.

Astutely: ]

This isn't your room.

[ Oh!

He is waking up.

Or maybe Zhongli has been having a little too much to drink, but EITHER WAY--- ]

[ He picks up another one of the flowers that have fallen when Venti rose from his slumber, twirling it between thumb and forefinger before raising his eyes to meet Venti's again.

He nods.

And takes another sip of his drink. ]

How did--

[

WAIT A SECOND ]

Is that wine?! Give me some!

[ Sure.

Holds out the cup he was drinking out of.

Look, he didn't think he'd need two. ]

[ He doesn't bat an eye.

He's probably had wine out of someone's shoe before, let's be real.

He just knocks back whatever is left in the cup. ]

[ Hmmm.

When Venti puts the cup down, he fills the cup back to the brim again. ]

Wah--! So generous all of a sudden!

[ Wait that's probably bad

................... ]

What happened?

[ Does ???? make a sound.

He places the flower carefully on the floor to point at Venti and then press his palms together next to his cheek, miming a sleeping motion. ]