A Poem For Venti

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The night before Bennett and Razor had escaped - or had been freed - out of the prison they got stuck in, after Paimon and Traveler had found them, together with the worrying Barbara.

When they were there, after the shock of getting trapped had cooled down, Razor found himself exploring the area with his eyes of red, rather than his nose, which was new. He'd always use his nose. When he goes hunting, when he goes fishing, it's always with his nose. Just like his family -or Lupical, what he refers them as- would do. Though, this time the area wasn't just his surroundings, the iron bars, the cold stone floor; it was Bennett instead.

His brightly coloured eyes, his wide smile and messy hair had made Razor feel warm in his guts. 'Tingly' is the word Lisa had taught him the other day, when he had grammar lessons back in Mondstadt again. 'Tingly, a word to describe a stinging and prickling feeling.' He wish he could cool down in a lake, like he would with his Lupical. Though there are many lakes in Wolvendom, he longs to bathe in the shimmering lake around a statue of The Seven, in The Whispering Woods. He's not sure why. Maybe because it's where Bennett often is.

He couldn't help but stare thoughtlessly until Bennett finally looked up from his paper where he was making his poem for Venti. He looked Razors way, which made him want to jump in that lake even more.

''Hey Razor? What do you think a Windbloom is?'' He asked cheerfully, like they weren't locked up in an abandoned jail. A Windbloom.. A Windbloom.. just hearing Bennett's voice had made Razor lose his train of thought.

''Wolfhook.'' he had replied curtly, while trying to avoid Bennett's sparkly eyes. ''Lupical likes Wolfhook, I like Lupical!'' he said quickly after, trying not to mess up his word order. He then heard Bennett softly giggle. ''Of course, a wolfhook! I like it, too!'' and he looked down at his paper again and started writing. He then mumbled some words like 'Mare Jivari' and 'dandelion' before Bennett handed over his poem to Razor, coveting a review.

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