@bardictales: it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats! - for zhongli
There's the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. That familiar, teasing tone is something he cherishes, though he'd never admit that out loud. With so few of his old friends left in the world, he has come to appreciate the smallest of things - and this sly, sometimes frustrating, bard provides him with a strange sense of comfort.
But, of course, that is not something they speak of. Theirs is a... complicated friendship. And a treasured one.
A passing glance is given to the bottle of wine set proudly upon the table between them - though table is something of an exaggerated descriptor, given it's little more than a slab of rock balanced upon other rocks. But, at least here they can be free to talk, away from the prying eyes and ears of the mortals they usually surround themselves with.
"Depressing?" He gives a shake of the head, allowing his amusement to shine through in his tone of voice. "I like to think of them more as... insightful."
