[ childe tries to speak, to reply to zhongli, but he can't figure out to form a coherent thought for the life of him. whatever nonsense he ends up babbling at him is a mix of every language he knows, a few 'words' in between hot and heavy pants as he leans into zhongli. ]

[ he moves one of his arms with the coordination of a toddler, reaching for zhongli's face after a bit too much effort, so he can drag him into a sloppy and highly uncoordinated kiss. ]

[ yes, he enjoyed that. ]