[Zhongli realizes a little too late that he struck a nerve, but it absolutely irks him that Venti showed up like this and began to embarrass himself. Zhongli doesn't know anything about his current life in the present, but he knows that Venti's more talented and skilled than he's letting on—certainly worth more than... whatever this is. Whatever he's doing.
And, okay, maybe he's a little irked that he thought his friend was dead for real after the wars of the past few centuries. Maybe Zhongli has been in a bad place (not Florida). Maybe he did something in his desperation to halt a tragedy that he doesn't want to admit to someone from his old life.
He is not another problem to be solved. He is not.
... He feels a little pang of irritation when he realizes this whole thing is public. He's not going to answer any questions about it. He switches it to private, though, as a bit of an olive branch.]
Well, whenever you are finished enjoying your box wine with your happy memories, you can find me at the Arcadia Apartments. My balcony happens to have a table and two chairs, and one of them has been vacant for too long.
--> private;
And, okay, maybe he's a little irked that he thought his friend was dead for real after the wars of the past few centuries. Maybe Zhongli has been in a bad place (not Florida). Maybe he did something in his desperation to halt a tragedy that he doesn't want to admit to someone from his old life.
He is not another problem to be solved. He is not.
... He feels a little pang of irritation when he realizes this whole thing is public. He's not going to answer any questions about it. He switches it to private, though, as a bit of an olive branch.]
Well, whenever you are finished enjoying your box wine with your happy memories, you can find me at the Arcadia Apartments. My balcony happens to have a table and two chairs, and one of them has been vacant for too long.
[He attaches his address.]