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[ By some miracle of self-control, he does not burst out laughing ]

They were, yes.

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[






Oh. ]

In retrospect, then, while I stand by my critiques, I believe that some might have come across as... harsh.

[ As in scathing.

Brutal even. ]

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[ Okay. He does start laughing helplessly now, burying his face in Zhongli's shoulder. ]

So you see, [ in-between giggles ] I simply have some adjusting to do.

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[ Then he misses Zhongli's extremely serious expression. ]

Would more direct flirting help such an adjustment period.

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[ SIR ]

Oh yes, I'm sure it would.

[ The amusement drips off every word ]

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Very well. I shall research the matter more thoroughly for a better performance in the future.

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[ god he loves one (1) idiot so much. ]

Hehehe . . . okay, do your best!

But in the meantime . . . I'm still interested in a duet~

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[ Give him a few seconds to process ]

And that is not an innuendo?

1/2

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[ CELESTIA HELP HIM ]

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Let me phrase things more clearly.

[ Using his grip on Zhongli's hair to pull him in until they're nose-to-nose ]

I want to fuck your pebble-shaped brains out.

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[ Licks the tip of Venti's nose ]

I believe this would proceed more smoothly if you were as forthcoming in the future.

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[ Wiggles said nose a bit, then shoves Zhongli over onto the bed. (With great effort, might we add) ]

The poet in me is weeping, but I cannot deny the evidence before my eyes.

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The poet in you had many reasons to weep before. What is one more reason atop the others?

[ And then blandly, as if he was not looking up at Venti's smug face ]

Also I believe it is my turn to---

[ What did the youth call it now? ]

Top.

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[ Opens his mouth to defend the plight of poets everywhere, but then gets distracted ]

Huh . . . ? Hey, you're keeping track?!

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Yes.

I keep track of many things.

1/3

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. . . Then . . . what else . . . ?

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No.

I don't want to know. Forget it.

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[ Draping himself over Zhongli, throwing his arms around his neck ]

Fine, I don't care. As long as I'm close to you, I win, hehe~

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[ He rests his hands lightly on Venti's hips ]

Are you sure you do not wish to know?

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--No, I'm not sure at all! You know I'm insatiably curious by nature and you're taking advantage!

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Correct on both accounts.

[ As he uses the leverage on Venti's hips to roll them over so that he is on top ]

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[ Making a little oof sound, hands settling at Zhongli's chest. He starts thumbing some of the clasps and buttons there open. ]

Okay, okay . . . you can tell me, and then if I don't want to hear it after all, I get to shut you up.

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[ He starts to peel off Venti's pastel clothes at the same time, slipping the hoodie or whatever he is wearing off his shoulders. ]

Or.

I could tell you at the end.

It's a rare moment for me. Where I do not want to be distracted with words.

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Oh?

[ He pauses his own ministrations to help ease his clothing off, fingers sliding through Zhongli's loose hair ]

Very well. I may be a lover of words, but I know the value of silence, sometimes.

Don't think I'll forget, though.

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[ He rumbles noncommittedly, a half challenge for Venti to see if he will remember it or not.

Though his is not really keeping track. No. Zhongli is much more interested in dipping down enough that he can start pressing rough kisses down the length of Venti's throat. With just enough teeth to leave the skin a pleasantly flushed pink from his efforts. ]