Catch Richie in the mansion lounge, legs stretched out and his glasses sat atop his head, hand over his eyes, elbow propped on the back of the sofa. Not sleeping, just persisting in the wretched vacuum of reason they call home.]
zhongli walks through the mansion, pauses, and glances over the back of the couch at him before he disappears up the stairs. a few minutes later, he returns, footsteps heavier so that he maybe doesn't startle richie as he comes around - and then taps something against his arm.
when he looks, it's a wineglass filled with golden wine. ]
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W2 SUNDAY
Catch Richie in the mansion lounge, legs stretched out and his glasses sat atop his head, hand over his eyes, elbow propped on the back of the sofa. Not sleeping, just persisting in the wretched vacuum of reason they call home.]
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zhongli walks through the mansion, pauses, and glances over the back of the couch at him before he disappears up the stairs. a few minutes later, he returns, footsteps heavier so that he maybe doesn't startle richie as he comes around - and then taps something against his arm.
when he looks, it's a wineglass filled with golden wine. ]
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For me? Gosh, Zee, I didn't think to get you anything. Want half a pack of Marlboros?
[He will reach for the glass though, you are so kind.]
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[ fond and amused, even being tired, but he'll come to perch on the opposite arm of the couch with his own glass and a bottle under his arm. ]
You looked like you could use a drink. If you like the taste of peaches, or apricots, osmanthus wine is a bit like that.