[ if you're not in your fucking room i'm going to nuke you from orbit. ]
Mister Jiaoqiu? [ regardless of where he is, zhongli's low voice is quieter, now, hoping not to spook him while he's been so badly hurt - both literally, and figuratively. he's got some soothing tea with him, in case he can stomach anything at all after all of that. ]
anyway, he's in bed with a blanket, bandaged and bruised and just generally destroyed. sleepy. he glances at zhongli with a sort of dazed look when he comes by. whew. ]
... Mister Zhongli. [ he says, exhausted. a beat. ] I think we can dispense with the formalities. The less syllables I have to say the better.
zhongli... huffs a light but humorless laugh, more a puff of air than anything else, as he comes to carefully set his tray down on the nearest clear surface. it smells of - honestly this which is the most amazing name in the world. ]
If you insist. I only came to bring you tea and check on how you were doing, in case we needed to fetch one of our other more medically inclined companions, I would rather not cause further trouble.
[ he'll let him sit with the fact that his pride is dooming him while he pours the tea, at least, because it's polite for the person that brewed it to pour it as well. ]
okay. he just. very carefully reaches for the cup. his hand is shaking and he's concentrating really hard, which makes him look about ten times stupider than he would if he'd just accept the help. ]
[ your pride will be your downfall ONCE AGAIN, furry boy.
with a soft sigh through his nose, he moves the tray so it's in easier reach for him, calmly setting the teacup closer and neatly cleaning the spot it was in with a napkin. if he's not going to ask for the help, then so be it - but he'll let him have what shreds of dignity he's trying to cling to. ]
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Mister Jiaoqiu? [ regardless of where he is, zhongli's low voice is quieter, now, hoping not to spook him while he's been so badly hurt - both literally, and figuratively. he's got some soothing tea with him, in case he can stomach anything at all after all of that. ]
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anyway, he's in bed with a blanket, bandaged and bruised and just generally destroyed. sleepy. he glances at zhongli with a sort of dazed look when he comes by. whew. ]
... Mister Zhongli. [ he says, exhausted. a beat. ] I think we can dispense with the formalities. The less syllables I have to say the better.
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zhongli... huffs a light but humorless laugh, more a puff of air than anything else, as he comes to carefully set his tray down on the nearest clear surface. it smells of - honestly this which is the most amazing name in the world. ]
If you insist. I only came to bring you tea and check on how you were doing, in case we needed to fetch one of our other more medically inclined companions, I would rather not cause further trouble.
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I'm sore. [ he says, bluntly. a beat. ] ... Thank you for the tea.
[ leans. heavily against the wall. ]
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I imagine. [ placidly, to his bluntness. ] You're welcome. Would you like assistance?
[ having tea served to him. or helping him get more comfortable, sir, that can't be cozy. ]
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No. I can manage. [ like. he can't. but his pride is writhing at the idea.
... that does mean he has to figure out how to grab the tea. ]
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Of course. I hope that you'll enjoy the tea.
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this is his nightmare. what if he just pretended he didn't want the tea. but that's rude. aaaaaaa ]
... I'll enjoy it later.
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okay. he just. very carefully reaches for the cup. his hand is shaking and he's concentrating really hard, which makes him look about ten times stupider than he would if he'd just accept the help. ]
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with a soft sigh through his nose, he moves the tray so it's in easier reach for him, calmly setting the teacup closer and neatly cleaning the spot it was in with a napkin. if he's not going to ask for the help, then so be it - but he'll let him have what shreds of dignity he's trying to cling to. ]
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he takes the cup, and holds it. judging by his expression, he's embarrassed and he hates that he is. ]
... It smells good, at least.
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pretending that he doesn't notice the embarrassment, or that he helped at all, he tidies up the tray as if there was ever a mess to begin with. ]
A loose leaf blend with ginger, lavender, chamomile, rosehip... hopefully it will help.