[ Phew, close call. The conversation’s teetered away from things that remind Lucien of Yoko, and now instead he can focus on… opera. Something something hydro slime. He smears snot on the back of his sleeve, wiping and sniffing and sucking the tears back into his eyelids. He’s good now. All good.
In fact, Dark hasn’t even really realized he’s pushed Zhongli’s old man ramble button, and finishes topping off his platter with the last piece of meat available.
The two of them are a nightmare to whoever else is in line for the buffet, frankly. Dark is generous enough not to walk away mid-conversation right now despite not caring about the earring’s lore. He’s now standing and eating right here in front of the lineup. A spitting, beautiful image of masculinity and power.
With a cheek full of ham when Zhongli finally, finally mentions Teyvat: ]
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In fact, Dark hasn’t even really realized he’s pushed Zhongli’s old man ramble button, and finishes topping off his platter with the last piece of meat available.
The two of them are a nightmare to whoever else is in line for the buffet, frankly. Dark is generous enough not to walk away mid-conversation right now despite not caring about the earring’s lore. He’s now standing and eating right here in front of the lineup. A spitting, beautiful image of masculinity and power.
With a cheek full of ham when Zhongli finally, finally mentions Teyvat: ]
Tho ’m not gettin’ one then.
[ Chew, chew. ]