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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... ]

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[ Before making his way over to the bed. ]

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[ Morax............

He just barely stifles a lap as he yanks Zhongli down. Giving him no choice but to deposit his drunk head in Venti's lap. ]

Just relax for now. The problems out there can wait for later.

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[ He doesn't even fight being pulled into Venti's lap - just shuffles his limbs so he's in a more comfortable position.

And then waves one hand dramatically as if to say:

"What do you think I was doing? As if I wasn't taking refuge from everything in here."

He just didn't think Venti would wake up. He'd at least figured it be a month minimum before he did. ]

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I don't know what that meant, but I assume it was sarcastic.

[ Don't mind him while he casually starts braiding Zhongli's hair. ]

Ehe, really, this isn't so unlike how you were a few thousand years ago, all grunts and glares.

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[ Well.

Now he's pouting.

Venti can make up the reason on his own. ]

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[ HE CAN TELL!!!

Just laughs. ]

Don't pout! I loved you just as much back then, rocks-for-brains.

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[ Oh.

This was a bad idea.

Coming over to visit Venti.

Drinking.

Feelings in general.

E v e r y t h i n g.

Zhongli doesn't have even has his normal fortitude to deal with this without making an idiot of himself. So. He just buries his face in Venti's lap to hide his blush and pretend that none of this is even happening. ]