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[ 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. ]

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How did--

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Is that wine?! Give me some!

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[ Sure.

Holds out the cup he was drinking out of.

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

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[ 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. ]

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[ Hmmm.

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

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Wah--! So generous all of a sudden!

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[ Wait that's probably bad



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What happened?

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[ 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. ]

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Yes, I know, we were--




. . . Ah, I see . . .

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How long this time?

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[ Hmmmmmm.

Holds up ten fingers. ]

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[ oh my god ]

Weeks? Years? Decades?

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[ Okay, that gets a soundless laugh. ]

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[ Gestures for Venti to give him his hand. ]

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[ Does '?????' make a sound indeed.

He offers his hand, though, still CLEARLY CONCERNED. ]

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[ He traces the Liyuen character for "day" into Venti's palm.

There there.

Just a wink of sleep on Venti's terms really. Barely even a catnap. ]

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[ There's a flicker of relief in his expression, but it's brief, the frown quickly returning. ]

Why don't you speak?

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[ Zhongli reaches up to his own throat and traces an x there.

He even mouths the words "I can't" but no sound comes out. ]

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Then . . . a game?

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[ He nods with a careless shrug of his shoulders before plucking a piece of fanmail off of Venti's person. ]

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[ Enjoy the Zhongven fanart ]

So . . . you came here to drink?

Wow. It must be pretty bad indeed . . .

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[ Doesn't seem too bothered by it. In 3,700 years someone in Teyvat probably wrote fanfiction or drew fanart about them. So the only question remains, is it good?

Zhongli seems to find it pleasing to the eye at any rate as he sets it carefully on the table.

Ah, yes, drinking that is what he came here to do.

With half an eyeroll, he reclaims his cup and starts taking slow languid sips just like what he was doing before Venti woke up. ]

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[ He shifts on the bed so that his legs dangle over the side, swaying lightly. ]

Come here, Morax.

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[ Stands up ]

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[ Wobbles... ]