[ No one feels bad for you, Childe. Not a single soul even if it's not your first choice to involve the citizens. To Zhongli, that's a blip in the past already, though he remembers it much like it happened yesterday. There's barely a shift in his expression. Gold eyes brighten, pleased by the offer. A small nod is what he gives in return before he reaffirms it with words: ]
Yes, I'd like that... To both.
[ He offers the man a small smile, genuinely looking forward to a pleasant stroll to the bank and tall tales of... Wherever the fuck Childe went through. If it left the man in such a disarray, it must be wild. Zhongli has lived many years yet he's caught in his imagination, wanderlust taking him hostage. It'd be nice, he thinks, to travel the world one day. Ultimately, Zhongli doesn't take the lead despite the desire of a scenery change. Instead, he stands that and stares at Childe, expecting him to take that responsibility himself as the one that invited him.
A simp must cater to their king. Go on, Childe, or just stand there and take on Zhongli's unyielding stare. ]
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Yes, I'd like that... To both.
[ He offers the man a small smile, genuinely looking forward to a pleasant stroll to the bank and tall tales of... Wherever the fuck Childe went through. If it left the man in such a disarray, it must be wild. Zhongli has lived many years yet he's caught in his imagination, wanderlust taking him hostage. It'd be nice, he thinks, to travel the world one day. Ultimately, Zhongli doesn't take the lead despite the desire of a scenery change. Instead, he stands that and stares at Childe, expecting him to take that responsibility himself as the one that invited him.
A simp must cater to their king. Go on, Childe, or just stand there and take on Zhongli's unyielding stare. ]