[ The wings shift, the faintest quivering in response to those fingers so close to an area so sensitive. Venti doesn't bother masking the reaction at all, letting Zhongli feel each twitch and shift of downy feathers.
He peels one eye open to peer up at Zhongli's expression, smiling to himself when he does. ]
It takes one to know one, Mr. Zhongli.
[ So much for not talking.
To punctuate his point -- he finishes the top buttons of Zhongli's shirt, enough to push it off his shoulders, at least, revealing the geo-etched skin beneath. He traces each line with all the fascination of wind meeting its antithesis. ]
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He peels one eye open to peer up at Zhongli's expression, smiling to himself when he does. ]
It takes one to know one, Mr. Zhongli.
[ So much for not talking.
To punctuate his point -- he finishes the top buttons of Zhongli's shirt, enough to push it off his shoulders, at least, revealing the geo-etched skin beneath. He traces each line with all the fascination of wind meeting its antithesis. ]