[ Zhongli holds his arms out, slowly spinning once in place so he can take in the full view of the kimono in all of its glory.
Soft, light and matching him perfectly.
As if Childe would provide anything less than the best for him. ]
You always bring me gifts. Ensure that I feel adored.
But this time might I show a token of my adoration.
[ And he wraps his arms around Childe's neck, fine silk of his kimono sleeves brushing against Childe's back. He raises himself on the balls of his feet so he can enjoy a little bit of height advantage - an inch at best.
Fingers (and arms now glowing pale gold up to his shoulders) glow softly in the rain.
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[ Zhongli holds his arms out, slowly spinning once in place so he can take in the full view of the kimono in all of its glory.
Soft, light and matching him perfectly.
As if Childe would provide anything less than the best for him. ]
You always bring me gifts. Ensure that I feel adored.
But this time might I show a token of my adoration.
[ And he wraps his arms around Childe's neck, fine silk of his kimono sleeves brushing against Childe's back. He raises himself on the balls of his feet so he can enjoy a little bit of height advantage - an inch at best.
Fingers (and arms now glowing pale gold up to his shoulders) glow softly in the rain.
He strokes the back of Childe's neck. ]
Here.
On your skin.