[Zhongli shouldn't be all that surprised to have run into Venti at some point, considering that the bard tends to check up on him, but this meeting is a random one, especially when there have been warnings not to stay outside for long, to keep hidden inside until the night passes. he supposes, however, that the God of Freedom would probably not take to being locked up like a caged bird.
which is why it isn't all that surprising that he's looking down at an avian version of the former Archon; golden eyes taking in the feathers. interesting, Zhongli thinks to himself, as if his own clothing isn't hiding scaled patches along his skin.
what also isn't surprising (despite the sudden grab of his arm which only sends him into a very brief moment of a more fight-than-flight reflex) is Venti's suggestion for a drink. of course he would offer such a thing... but Zhongli doesn't decline the offer]
Ah, Barbatos-- I suppose you would know the best spot for such an offering?
[for all that he does get exasperated when it comes to the bard, there are moments of warmth he shows whenever he's around Venti, in forms of small smiles and gentle gazes]
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which is why it isn't all that surprising that he's looking down at an avian version of the former Archon; golden eyes taking in the feathers. interesting, Zhongli thinks to himself, as if his own clothing isn't hiding scaled patches along his skin.
what also isn't surprising (despite the sudden grab of his arm which only sends him into a very brief moment of a more fight-than-flight reflex) is Venti's suggestion for a drink. of course he would offer such a thing... but Zhongli doesn't decline the offer]
Ah, Barbatos-- I suppose you would know the best spot for such an offering?
[for all that he does get exasperated when it comes to the bard, there are moments of warmth he shows whenever he's around Venti, in forms of small smiles and gentle gazes]