[ childe lets himself be lead backward, because he's more or less putty in zhongli's capable hands. as soon as he reaches the nest, and he just knows the moment he does, he starts sinking down, reaching backward to brace himself as he nestles among the cacophony of soft things. ]
[ he studied a little bit of it... so depending on just what zhongli is writing it may or may not go over his head. it might be in his favor that he's completely zoned into the touch, squirming beneath him and letting his gaze drop to the hand tracing those symbols. ] Zhongli Xiansheng... Ya skhozhu po tebe s uma. [ babbling or snezhnayan or both, HM. ]
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[ he studied a little bit of it... so depending on just what zhongli is writing it may or may not go over his head. it might be in his favor that he's completely zoned into the touch, squirming beneath him and letting his gaze drop to the hand tracing those symbols. ] Zhongli Xiansheng... Ya skhozhu po tebe s uma. [ babbling or snezhnayan or both, HM. ]