[When Zhongli comes back, Venti can't help teasing him.]
Aw, not your clothes? A pity. [He'll take the clothes and the robe, though.] I'll meet you out on the balcony after I've changed.
[The bard heads over to the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind him. He doesn't look into the mirror as he changes into dry clothes, though he has three buttons undone on the shirt and he barely does the robe up. It's not even to make Zhongli thirsty at this point. Venti just doesn't do formal unless he absolutely has to. He's forever a free spirit. However... before the bard leaves, he undoes his braids and slips a hairtie around each wrist. Venti's not a fan of the feeling of wet hair being tied up.
He exits the bathroom and pads over to the balcony to take his usual seat. His arms are crossed and his eyes are on a point in the sky in front of him. It seems Venti's thinking about something deeply, but it's not happy whatever it is.]
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Aw, not your clothes? A pity. [He'll take the clothes and the robe, though.] I'll meet you out on the balcony after I've changed.
[The bard heads over to the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind him. He doesn't look into the mirror as he changes into dry clothes, though he has three buttons undone on the shirt and he barely does the robe up. It's not even to make Zhongli thirsty at this point. Venti just doesn't do formal unless he absolutely has to. He's forever a free spirit. However... before the bard leaves, he undoes his braids and slips a hairtie around each wrist. Venti's not a fan of the feeling of wet hair being tied up.
He exits the bathroom and pads over to the balcony to take his usual seat. His arms are crossed and his eyes are on a point in the sky in front of him. It seems Venti's thinking about something deeply, but it's not happy whatever it is.]