[ His hand fidgets, some truly bratty part of him wanting to smack that hand away.
. . . But it's grounding, the tactile proof of a friend he thought he wouldn't meet again in this life, just like all the others. It takes at least some of the wind out of his anger. ]
Fine.
[ He pivots on his heel and marches out of Angel's Share, assuming Zhongli will follow. "Come with me" apparently meant "Come with Venti" and not the other way around. ]
[he cant help the tiny smile of exasperation and knowing that blooms on his face, before he turns around to give the bartender and the man with the pyro vision a small bow in apology. they've earned that courtesy at least, especially with the outburst.
though he cant help but think that they do owe zhongli even just a little bit-- barbatos isn't known for his restraint with alcohol.
still, zhongli follows barbatos out into his city, trusting the drunkard to know the best spot for a private conversation.]
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. . . But it's grounding, the tactile proof of a friend he thought he wouldn't meet again in this life, just like all the others. It takes at least some of the wind out of his anger. ]
Fine.
[ He pivots on his heel and marches out of Angel's Share, assuming Zhongli will follow. "Come with me" apparently meant "Come with Venti" and not the other way around. ]
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though he cant help but think that they do owe zhongli even just a little bit-- barbatos isn't known for his restraint with alcohol.
still, zhongli follows barbatos out into his city, trusting the drunkard to know the best spot for a private conversation.]