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⌛ Who: Zhongli & Open!
⌛ What: October event
⌛ When: 15th-31st
⌛ Where: Western Kingdoms. Kyoto and Nara.
⌛ Warnings: Smut, Violence, Xenophilia, Npc mauling, Ex-Archon ass

I. Monster Mash
[Zhongli had intended to stay indoors as the curfew dictated, but of course it was not going to be that easy. Childe was... a restless sort, and it only takes a few days for him to escape his watch.
Zhongli had no time to make a mask what with his childesitting, so he would have to brave the night and it's effects.

The change comes over him slowly at first. Scales creep up his arms, and he grimaces at the feeling of being forced to change shape without willing it. It is... an unwelcome sensation.

Ultimately, he's in the middle of a city street when his kimono rips at the seams, a tail lashing itself free from the confines, claws ripping through his sleeves. Small Cor Lapis colored spines even rip through the top half of his kimono, leaving him in utter disarray and tattered clothing, beautiful but utterly inhuman looking.

...Ah, this is the trouble with involuntarily changing forms. He lets out a sigh, hand coming up to press to his forehead in irritation.]

Truly, I should have expected this.

[...Someone should probably point out his entire ass is out there on display thanks to that tail ripping his clothes. Or enjoy the view. Either/or really.]

II. Consuming Darkness
[As things get more frenzied at night, Zhongli's temperament changes... as does his form.

How much it is the moon's influence shaping his form is up in the air, but it will be fairly easy to spot the giant dragon, even at night: Those amber eyes glow, even as the stars begin to fade from the sky. So do the spine-like scales running along his back, for that matter.

He tends to linger in places where the people he cares for most congregate, watching the world below from atop a roof or, if in Nara, curled in one of the giant trees. Most yokai are smart enough to avoid him if looking for an easy meal, but he knew others were not so lucky.

Which is why, if someone is in the process of getting accosted by a yokai looking to feed on their flesh--in all manners--it is possible a large dragon head might reach down to pluck them from the street below with a careful grip on their clothing, tucking them into his coils with a deep rumbling assurance.]

You are safe here.

[The same might happen if someone he knows is looking frenzied themselves. It is very hard to pierce his scales, and he can be patient.]

III. Consuming darkness (2) - Violence, gore, slight vore
[Of course, even in this form the moon has it's ways. Closer to the last few days, Zhongli's patience with attacks on those he considers under his protection wears thin.

So when he sees a familiar face being attacked, the sight of blood makes him see red in more than one way. This time, instead of removing his companion from the situation, he takes it one step further.

The yokai's screams ring through the streets as Zhongli's head shoots out, teeth snapping around them to rend flesh and bone. His voice echoes in the air, a fierce growl.]

You will cease.

[Blood stains his maw and mane, but he cares not.]

Wildcard
[Got a scenario you want to play out but don't see it here? Hit me up to plot here!. And yes, the full dragon form is available for smut.]

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[ The way things were at night was eerily familiar in a way Xiao didn't entirely like. It set his nerves on edge and with the fact he could go out wearing his usual yaksha mask amongst all the yokai roaming about, it almost felt like he was truly back in Teyvat and doing his intended duty.

He wasn't in the best of moods and still somewhat recovering from that painting incident earlier, having spent some time with Venti to calm down some. There were still people he needed to look for, but he was still on edge. His spear was summoned in one hand when a yokai accosted him, a larger one who was manic and not themselves who spoke about and wouldn't go down easy.

Xiao hadn't even been engaging with them long when something abruptly just plucked him up off the street, though the words to ask who was responsible soon died in his throat as he found himself tucked amongst familiar scaled coils and a voice that was entirely unmistakeable. ]

Ah... M-My lord... Are you feeling alright?

[ This form had to be caused as a result of the sky and/or lack of moon, right? Surely. So he had to check. ]

[Zhongli had more than enough of watching Xiao fighting a needless fight, not when he could easily finish it himself. He decide to take matters into his own hands when he plucks him from the street, tucking him securely against his side.

Then leans down and snarls pointedly at the fight hungry yokai. A yokai he could probably bite in half given his size.

Suffice to say, they're given a good deal to reconsider. When Zhongli raises his head again, he looks Xiao over with bright amber eyes, checking for injury.]

I feel more in control of myself than most seem, aside from my form. How have you fared?

[ Okay so he hadn't been expecting Zhongli to actually snarl at the yokai who'd picked the fight with him, blinking a couple times in surprise and then relaxing a slight touch. His expressions were impossible to really read with his mask on, but the awe he feels is evident through the little amber-hued sparkles that glittered around him right then.

It's rare to see his lord in this form, after all. ]

I've... been better. Only encountered one problem earlier but i'm fine now.

[ So he says, but he's been distracted and the glancing cut along his left upper arm tells of how he's not on the top of his game here. Xiao had experienced enough fights that he could handle himself without getting scathed and yet here he was bearing an injury that could have been avoided. ]

[Zhongli watches those sparkles appear, and they seem to calm him after a moment. This is enough, he thinks. As long as Xiao may rest--]

...I hope the evening may go in a more positive direction for you, now. I would be loath to see you exhaust yourself fighting those who lose control.

[A gentle nudge against his shoulder with the fluffy tip of his tail. Not enough to hurt hopefully, but an acknowledgement that he had seen it.]

You have been content here. I would... like to see that preserved, in what ways I am able to aid.

[ For just a second, Xiao hesitated before exhaling a soft sigh as his head tipped forwards a slight touch. ]

I... just find that I'd rather exhaust myself fighting those who are no longer in their right minds, than have them attack an innocent person.

[ He'd always looked out for the people, those with short life spans who didn't have immortality to fall back on. The humans always seemed to have such unique experiences that made them who they were, and they were impossibly fragile as well. ]

Ah... [ The fluffy tail nudging against his shoulder is telling to how the other knew he bore that injury with it's red standing out against his pale skin. It didn't hurt, and he even took that moment to brush a hand against the fluffy part of Zhongli's tail curiously. ] You don't need to, sir. I'll... be fine.

[ So he says, but really, Xiao is happy that Zhongli cares for him this much. ]

[ At around the last few days' mark, when the violence and carnage in the streets grows to a fever pitch, Childe becomes more and more careless with his forays into the city proper and all the battles he throws himself into. The scent of blood and gore is a constant on his person, staining his clothes - most of which have become ripped and torn from tooth and claw, but that's fine because he's had worse and what are a few minor cuts in the face of everything else? - and he becomes something of a beacon to attract more and more herds of them as the weeks and nights progress.

He has dispatched a good number of them by this point by the time their last companion shows up. Judging from the reaction, the angry growls and animalistic cries of rage, they were quite close. Lost as he is this does nothing aside from appeal to his darker nature, and the Hydro blade in hand he has smeared with the residue of his companion's entrails is brought to his mouth for a taste. The hunger in these last few days is unlike anything he's ever experience before and, warrior that he is, Childe finds it harder and harder to resist. But he always manages to stop just short of actually consuming flesh though he imagines the blood isn't much better.

The yokai stands on the opposite side of him on their battleground, teeth and claw bared. Childe is ready; his fox tail has bristled, whipping back and forth angrily, the grin on his face all teeth. He lunges, the yokai lunges in return -

- but the impact does not come. Instead - instead, Childe's eyes widen, flecking with gold at the familiar sight of a monstrous dragon head shooting out from his perch and effortlessly seizing his opponent in his great maw. There's a sickening crunch and a cacophany of screams and sobs as the monster is effortlessly torn to shreds, blood splattering along the ground and over Childe's stunned expression.

He knows that dragon. He knows it very well. ]

Zhongli--! [ Comes the cry, overjoyed and breathless and euphoric all at the same time. ]

Zhongli, what are you doing here?

[ Behind him, the fox tail vibrates and flicks before it sets off on a path of violent wagging. ]

Edited 2021-10-18 08:07 (UTC)

[Childe's careless forays into the city over the past weeks is probably a good part of why Zhongli is frustrated, though there is more the moon's influence to blame. His little fox... always seeking trouble and a thrill. It was endearing as much as it was aggravating, and he watches for some time as Childe fights enemy after enemy.

But he would rather remove the danger altogether, than risk Childe tiring himself so much he does make a slip.

In truth, there is no denying that the taste of blood on his lips satiates some deeper, darker urges that have been building all the while. He licks his lips with his long, draconic tongue, but ultimately drops the mangled mass of flesh and bone from his jaws after a moment. There was no pleasure to be gained from such an unrefined meal, he reasons.

No, what he'd rather bask in was Childe's voice, breathless and joyous. The way his tail wagged like an excited puppy, those beautiful gold flecks in his eyes--

He can't resist lowering his snout to nudge at Childe lightly, bloodied maw and all.]

Watching you, of course. You are quite a sight when you throw yourself into battle.

Edited 2021-10-19 03:14 (UTC)

Not any more so than you. [ He hums, tail wagging all the faster. Disregarding the blood caking Zhongli's lovely scales, Childe will find an unblemished, unstained patch of dragonhide and press his lips against the cool texture of it. The last time he'd seen Zhongli in this form had been when the Exuvia lay dead in a pile of the offerings that had been made to Rex Lapis, and then again at the battle with Aether in the Golden House. ]

Have you been waiting here long? You look so pretty, Zhongli... I'd love to see you in action more.

[ The kisses shift into a bunting against Zhongli's draconic head, a deep rumble of affection vibrating in Childe's throat. It's not exactly a purr, but it's definitely pretty close to it. For all that Childe was normally reserved and kept his affections to himself, he makes no secret of how enamored he is with this giant dragon-thing prowling in the shadows of the city. ]

Do you wanna fight me like that? Don't think I'll fall so easily, even to a dragon.

[There is something utterly endearing about how Childe reacts, right now. It makes him wish he had hands capable of ruffling his hair, stroking that tail-- Alas. Trying his mettle against the magic laying over the entire city just to pet his lover would be... unwise.]

I am glad you find this form pleasing. And I must say the feeling is mutual at the moment. Your current form suits you well.

[He offers a soft sound in response, something like a growl but closer to a puff of breath-- or a huff of affection, something he's heard from Zhongli more than enough times to recognize. Zhongli bunts Childe gently in return... 'gently' for a dragon, which might knock even Childe to stumbling.]

Unfortunately, fighting me in this form would be terribly unwise, not simply for you but for the city itself. And I do not think the people would appreciate me destroying their homes.

[This is the Archon who created Guyun Stone Forest... before he even had a gnosis.]

That sounds like quitter's talk to me.

[ But he's teasing, of course, and it's easy enough to tell how much he likes the compliment by the fact that his tail floofs and vibrates in pleasure before wagging fast enough to break the sound barrier. For all that Childe might try and hide his affections for Zhongli, his extra limbs have no such qualms. ]

You're such a charmer. Did you come all this way out here just to watch me fight and to compliment me? You know you could do that any old time, right?

[ Without the added benefit of being coated in yokai blood. But he'd be lying if he said Zhongli wasn't appealing in this way, as evidenced by Childe just. Sniffing all up on his cheek, and then laving the flat of his tongue over his scales to lick him clean. ]

[Does Childe realize how endearing he looks like this? Probably not, but that won't stop Zhongli from appreciating the sight.]

Hm, I do not believe there is 'any old' about anything you do. I enjoy watching you. The skill and emotion with which you fight is captivating to a point of being a work of art in itself.

[Those little licks against his cheek spark... something in his chest. An urge to have Childe closer, perhaps. It's because of that that Zhongli slides his tail downward, securing the fluffy end around Childe's waist even as he nuzzles him briefly.]

Hold on for a moment.

[That's all the warning Childe gets before Zhongli is grasping the back of his shirt with his teeth, carefully lifting him up into the air with the full intention of tucking him within his coils.]

[ Childe’s tail wags even faster at the compliments and praise, and while at first he doesn’t notice the tail curling around him it’s hard to ignore being lifted up and pulled into a bunch of dragon coils.

He relaxes for all of two seconds before he starts wriggling, pushing at the cold, scaly limbs with a laugh. ]

Zhongli, you’re so cold!!

[ the struggling is very much halfhearted, however, and in no time he’s settling down and bunting the top of his head and ears against the massive dragon. He’s relaxing by degrees, his fingers and hands gently smoothing over brown and gold scales as his gaze turns to the sky. ]

The moon is beautiful tonight.

[In response to that wiggling and laughter, Zhongli just curls a little tighter, nuzzling Childe affectionately before that long, draconic tongue comes out to lick some of the blood from Childe's face with another affectionate huff.]

And here I thought that was your preference.

[As Childe settles down so does Zhongli, at least in the approximation of how he does in this form. His body curls around Childe gently in a very strange sort of sprawling hug. There's a rumbling growl emanating from his chest that sounds more like a purr than anything else.]

Hmm.. there is no moon to be seen, Childe. [There's amusement in his tone.] But I can very much agree that what I see before me is beautiful.

You’re awfully sassy for an overgrown lizard, you know.

[ but there’s no mistaking the fondness in his tone, the way he settles himself and tucks into the coils - after a bit of adjusting, of course - enough so that to anyone looking only the tips of his ears would be visible. The licking is met with a soft noise that’s not unlike a pleased chirr, and he turns his head in turn to snap teeth playfully at Zhongli’s long tongue before he can pull it away completely. ]

Unsurprisingly, you’ve missed the point. [ is he bummed out he missed the chance to either tease or fluster the other man? Perhaps. It’s probably the strangest game of chicken he’s played yet, especially since it’s gone in for so long unspoken. But that’s fine, he’s feeling a little adventurous tonight. ]

Have you seen anything juicy? The only people out at this hour are the ones that are out looking for a good time.

[ He notices just then that his hands are a little dirty and smeared in blood, so he proceeds to lick and chew them clean, just like an animal. If Zhongli is looking he’ll probably be able to see the nick on his cheek from blade or claw and the nick in his ear from a similar weapon. ]

'Sassy' is not a word I have been called in this form before. Neither has lizard, for obvious reasons.

[He chuckles as he bumps Childe's nose with his snout in response to that playful snapping, amused by the antics more than anything. He's not concerned about injuries-- his hide is very thick, though his tongue is softer.]

As for the point, I do believe it's right here in front of me.

[He tucks the fluffy end of his tail over Childe's front, much like a blanket, before returning to inspecting him for wounds. He 'hms' in mild annoyance at the cut before setting about cleaning it... with his tongue, as well as a bit of Tsuchi magic sinking into Childe's skin, if it works. Hm.]

By 'juicy' do you mean risqué, or violent? Because I was rather surprised to see that many individuals engaging in sexual acts in the middle of the street at once, actually.

[The tip of his tail tickles the underside of Childe's chin-- almost like a chinscritch, if it was done with fluff.] But you would be the highlight of my evening.

Edited 2021-10-21 07:01 (UTC)

Obvious reasons being that your people were too busy falling to their knees in obvious worship? [ To the other comments about being the “highlight of his evening” he doesn’t say anything, however Zhongli can probably pick up on the way his pupils dilate a little, how the flecks of gold in them deepen as a patch of golden scales shimmer into existence on his face.

It’s a little heady, knowing that Zhongli could easily snap him in two like this or simply devour him alive if he wants. The prospect of death at his lover’s hands is both a morbid indulgence and also a macabre curiosity.

His now-clean hands come up to thread and fluffy up the end of his puffy tail, and without missing a beat he bunts at his nose in return, though this time with a wondering hum. ]

I wouldn’t mind falling to my knees either for entirely different reasons. In the mood of the festivities, and all.

[ translation: he’d be down for a fuck, sure. ]

Hm... it would have been considered rather akin to blasphemy to call Rex Lapis a 'lizard' by most people in Liyue.

[Zhongli can't help but admire the the gold flecks in Childe's eyes, something both avaricious and utterly fond curling in his chest to see that patch of gold scales. He doesn't realize there's a patch in a familiar shade of blue spreading over his chest, right about where his heart would be.

His tail curls around Childe's hands, eager for touch, and there's a soft, low growl escaping the dragon's maw at the offering... because that was what it was, in a way. The thought thrilled him to his core, sparked something visceral and exciting at even the potential of what Childe offered.]

Would you let me have you in this form? I would devour you in the most exquisite of ways.

[ he's such a pretty dragon. even prettier now than he was laying dead on the ground in the middle of Liyue, but then again he supposed that that had just been a shell of the former Archon by then. going off all the hearsay and the stories he managed to catch every so often, he knows that Zhongli can get bigger and he wonders idly if that's something that's tied to his power or not.

again, Childe bunts his head against the dragon's snout, rubbing his cheek over him affectionately. he's not... actually sure where a dragon's parts are (and besides that, Zhongli's probably too polite to let it all hang out for everyone to see, no matter the circumstances), so he forgoes grinding against him for the moment. lips find a smooth patch of unkissed, scaled hide and he presses a kiss there before lapping at a smear of drying blood he'd missed earlier. ]

I'd let you have whatever you want, xiansheng. I want everything. Every part of you, every form. I want it all.

Won't you give it to me? I'll be sure to give you something equal in exchange. In the spirit of equivalent exchange, and all.

Edited 2021-10-25 06:03 (UTC)

[Scaramouche has taken to heading outside every night - there's something about being under the moon that's soothing - despite the transformation that comes with not wearing a mask.

For his part it's nothing major, an oni that's more akin to those in Inazuma meant no more than horns and fangs. There was of course the hair, but it's not anything new for him to have hair in a length more reminiscent of his creator. Even the subtle personality shift was more an increase in his desire to spill blood. Something easy enough to do when so many were willing to get into fights.

Once his current need for blood is satiated the Harbinger takes to leisurely wandering about, pausing when he hears the exasperated sound of someone familiar. The sight of the Geo Archon in tattered clothes, ass out, is not what he expects to discover, but he finds himself more amused than repulsed.

Since he's got nothing better to do he may as well entertain himself with this.]

You know, I never took you for an exhibitionist... Whatever it is you were doing you may want to stop for a moment to find some clothes.

[He grins.]

Unless of course you enjoy the attention.

[There's no shame in Zhongli's body language, merely a hint of annoyance. If that annoyance is added to any by Scaramouche's remarks it is hard to tell, though his tail does tuck itself loosely around his waist in a manner that covers up... well, the important things, somewhat.]

I rather prefer having control of my own form, overall. The moon's curse is an inconvenience, but not overtly one at the moment. Do you enjoy mocking me, or are you enjoying my changes yourself?

[He crosses his arms, eying Scaramouche for a moment. A less overt change, and yet...] You look like your mother, like this.

[....Yeah, he has no idea he's poking a sore spot.]

I hear masks can help with that... well could have.

[It's not a particular helpful comment after the fact, but Scaramouche feels the need to point out that control was an option if the god had cared enough to bother with it. Though if Zhongli had control over his transformation then he would be out some potentially interesting fun, meaning his night would be the usual fight followed by relaxing under the moon until morning. A little change in routine was most welcome.

The grin doesn't leave the Harbinger's lips as he looks the man up and down, considering.]

That's the question isn't it. Perhaps a bit of both, who's to tell.

[He shrugs, uninterested in providing an actual answer, but clearly entertained by the whole ordeal.

However that amused demeanour quickly snaps into a snarl as he's likened to his creator. It's three people now to have pointed out that fact to his face, two not counting Ei herself. Far too many when he was still so conflicted on his own feelings towards the Electro Archon.]

She is not my mother, nor do I look like her!

[Crackles of lightning dance along his arms in frustration, a faint glow to the streaks in his hair and eyes likely not helping matters of resemblance. Despite a single stray bolt that bounces off and strikes the ground, causing those walking the streets to give them a slightly wider berth, the Sixth makes no move to actually use his power. The action no more than a child throwing a tantrum, something that's been happening far too frequently whenever Ei seems to be at the root of his irritation.]

I don't know why she's so insistent of familial terms when not so long ago I was no more than a worthless vessel to her.

[His voice is bitter, arms folding in a huff. If his hair were braided then perhaps - perhaps - there might be some similarities. As it wasn't he's content to say the similarities were in colour alone.]

And I'd cut it, but I don't particularly care to right now.

[Not that it wouldn't just grow back the next time he transformed.]

My plans had not included violating the curfew our hosts set. Unfortunately, circumstances change.

[His initial plans had been to respect the curfew, but unfortunately, Childe Happened.

He quirks a brow at the way the harbinger looks him over, amusement flicking in his eyes for just a moment, until--

Ah. It seems he is not quite as versed in the dynamics at play with him and Ei as he expected. He observes the play of electro crackling along Scaramouche's arms calmly, but he does not flinch away. He has little to fear from lightning.

He waits until the other calms before speaking anew, as if waiting for a strong gust to pass-- or a child's tantrum.] I am afraid I do not know a great deal about your relationship, only what you and Ei have said.

[Back to 'Ei' now.] The last I saw her before this place, you had likely not been born. Her motives for such a choice are beyond me.

[He raises a hand to his chin, still completely unflustered-- neither by his almost nudity, or Scaramouche's temper.] If you prefer, I will not address her as such in your presence. My knowledge of such affairs is as a distant observer at best, and as such commenting on such a thing is likely not my place.

So you're saying you were willingly underprepared. Are all gods like this?

[Momentarily he wonders if Ei would be so foolish, but the thought is quickly pushed from his mind. What does he care if his creator did something idiotic, as long as it didn't affect him it was fine.]

Oh I've already heard it all. Why she made me, why she threw me out, how she feels so guilty about it all. Acting as though pretending will make it up to me after all these centuries. I do not see a reason in fixing things between her and I.

[Despite the venom in his words the Harbinger seems to be calming down from his initial outburst, glow fading and lightning flickering out, however the air around him grows no less tense. He's always been easy to anger, the transformation has unfortunately made him no less so. The way his eyes narrow make it clear that he's just as prone to snapping again should any more words prod at a part of him that he doesn't want to address.]

You're friends, I'm surprised you don't know more.

[Eventually he lets out a sigh, resting a hand on his hip and shaking his head.]

While you have no place to comment, you did start the conversation. Why shy away from it now? You can't make it any worse.

So you are the Geo Archon.

[The voice comes from behind Zhongli. While it's been some time since they'd seen each other in person, Kazuha has no doubt that his voice would be recognized.

The young samurai was quite notably a white rabbit, complete with the large ears, elongated rabbit feet, and the tail, there's more going on with him— what appears at a distance to be crimson fluff along his shoulders and neck are what appear to be hundreds of small layered leaves. The scar along his hand has grown two quarters up his arm, now a bright electro purple in the moonlight, with branches like lichtenberg figures.

He's also showing more skin than usual, dressed in a comfortable pair of hakama and some bandages, the edges of combat scars etched over his skin. It was a bit too itchy to wear his kimono over the leaves.]

What a magnificent sight.

[He turns his eyes, almost aglow with his transformation, up towards the moon for the moment. Does he mean the moon or Zhongli? The way he approaches the half-dragon without fear soon after would likely clarify.

While he holds no love for the Electro Archon, he'd been long curious about the benevolent Geo Archon. What could he learn about Liyue and its ancient times just from the mouth of the god of geo himself?]

But maybe one you don't want everyone to see. Morax-sama, do you need assistance?

[Zhongli turns his head at the statement of his identity, seeming unsurprised that Kazuha had figured it out. It wasn't something he hid, necessarily-- enough people here knew him as he truly was.]

Yes, I am. My apologies, I never intended to hide my identity.

[There's no shyness to Zhongli's body language, though his tail now curls lightly around his waist to protect his bare skin from the cold, not to mention the sake of politeness. Kazuha's comment draws a small smile from him, a hint of fangs peeking from beneath his lips. Amber eyes linger on Kazuha's appearance, taking in the ears, the leaves... the bare skin, the scar. He wonders at the story behind it, for surely there must be quite a significant one, beneath that electro purple.

Wonders too, how it would feel to the touch.]

I do not mind being seen, but I would rather not offend anyone by being so bare in public. I would welcome any assistance you might offer.

[There's a quiet quirk to his lips at that form of address though, just a little wry.]

...And please... call me Zhongli, as you have. That is the name I have chosen to go by, now that I have stepped down as an Archon.

[He was not one to demand obeisance of others. It would be strange to expect as much regardless, now that he has retired.]

I understand.

[What incentive did the Geo Archon have to reveal himself to everyone without prompting? Kazuha doubts that had he confronted him earlier, he would have lied. Now there's hardly a question of it.

Is it blasphemous to find him very beautiful? He'd thought so when they'd met before, should that change now that he knows the truth? Kazuha thinks he should maybe be frightened of the glowing, cor lapis scales or the sharp claws, but the claws of his own feet tap a fearless rhythm as he approaches the dragon.]

Ah, how troublesome it is you've ruined your clothes... I suppose there was no such way for you to know that this would happen...

[Kazuha isn't wearing much of what he normally wears, due to the shape his body had taken, though he does still have his haori. He wears it with both arms in the sleeves unlike usual, though he pulls it free from his shoulders to hold it ready for Zhongli to slip his arms into. His ears pin back, uncertain if this is maybe enough.

Kazuha is small, but the haori wasn't originally his. It's somewhat oversized for him. It's well kept despite the wanderer's time spent outdoors, and smells faintly of the sea, autumn leaves, and campfire.]

I hope this helps. I'm not especially talented with this, but in my travels I've become quite self sufficient, and I might be able to alter what's left of your kimono some.

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