[Zhongli does remember flying in the skies with the wind spirit, very very very far back. It's an interesting feeling. His memory is perfect and always has been, even in this life, so it feels as any memory should. But Zhongli is a flightless dragon; he's never once been able to fly in his serpentine form in this life, and he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to...
He'd like to, though. Much as he'd like to shift back into his more humanoid form and wrap his arms around Venti right now. But that would probably startle the both of them and be very ungraceful, so he'll remain a dragon. For now.
When he's called that term of endearment, he opens his eyes again and looks up at Venti. The next time the dark-haired man gets his hand close for petting, he might feel a brief snakey tongue dart out over his knuckles.]
I'll endeavor not to ignore the wind this time, especially if it sings so sweetly.
[He makes his way down into Venti's lap with gentle little steps of his draconic paws, soft but sure like a cat, and coils up.]
You should drink your tea before it gets cold, [he murmurs.]
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He'd like to, though. Much as he'd like to shift back into his more humanoid form and wrap his arms around Venti right now. But that would probably startle the both of them and be very ungraceful, so he'll remain a dragon. For now.
When he's called that term of endearment, he opens his eyes again and looks up at Venti. The next time the dark-haired man gets his hand close for petting, he might feel a brief snakey tongue dart out over his knuckles.]
I'll endeavor not to ignore the wind this time, especially if it sings so sweetly.
[He makes his way down into Venti's lap with gentle little steps of his draconic paws, soft but sure like a cat, and coils up.]
You should drink your tea before it gets cold, [he murmurs.]