※𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 || ᏀꫀᥒⲊhเᥒ Ꮖꪑρᥲᥴt※

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＊ 「Food」 ＊

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In the end, Zhongli won the battle even when he had not gone all out on the kitsune. He entered the city with lightly a bruised and battered following not too far behind Myōbu.

"What is this place?" Myōbu asked with disinterest as he reluctantly followed Zhongli. Throughout their entire journey to the City, Myōbu had been asking a lot of insistent questions about the history of the City.

"This is Third-Round Knockout - one of the restaurants within Liyue Harbour." Zhongli answered as he makes his way over to a table, with Myōbu following close behind. The two take their own seats and Zhongli is quick to order food for the both of them.

"Now then, since you will be living a new life here in the City, you will need a new name. I have come up with one for you--"

"I'm no child blockhead, I can come up with my own name - yours would be distressing to hear anyways." Myōbu argues and tears at the menu out of boredom with his sharp claw-like nails. Zhongli was irked by his comment - harshly karate chopping the top of the kitsune's head.

"OW!!"

"We need to do something about your attitude." Zhongli sighed while the other grumbled in dismay.

"I don't need to see why I should change my name. I think it's fine the way is, and I'm not changing it. I don't care what you have to say." Myōbu stands firm on his position. He bore his slitted eyes at Zhongli, ears pinned back as the light hair on his skin stood on end. Sensing this, Zhongli decides not further anger the man.

"If you insist, then who am I to say no." Remarks Zhongli with a smile when seeing the other visibly relax by his response. Furthermore, it is only a scarce number people who even remember the god that the kitsune once was. He watches as Myōbu cautiously sips out of the cup filled with tea.

"Clearly you wouldn't. Better than the dullard name you suddenly go by. Zhooongliii. Blerrgghhh." Myōbu laughed and Zhongli is quick karate chops his head once more.

"OW!!! ... quit it...! What happened to all that talk about me being fragile..!!?"

Zhongli has begun enjoying his plate of Honey Char Siu, Myōbu skeptically staring at his plate of Golden Shrimp Balls.

Myōbu grabs his chopsticks and pokes at his food, scratching at the table with his black, claw-like nails at some point.
Annoyed by this, Zhongli sighs and puts his own chopsticks down.

"What is it now?" The brunette asked, growing tired of the other's antics at this point - probably regretting on being the sole person to look over him.

"I don't like this. I want something else, I refuse to eat this." Myōbu says, dissatisfied. He continuously pokes at his given meal.

"You have not even taken a bite."

"So? I still don't want it." The light haired man whined once more.

Suddenly, Zhongli grabbed Myōbu's chopsticks with his left hand and grabbed Myōbu's jaw with the right; forcing his mouth open.
The Archon shoves a ball of Golden Shrimp in the lesser god's mouth.

"Eat it." Zhongli urged with a sharp glare at the kitsune.
Myōbu does as told and chews before swallowing; Zhongli letting go of him as he places down the chopsticks.

Myōbu snatched his chopsticks and digs in his food fairly quickly. A gleam of ecstasy evident in his eyes - even with his schooled expression.

Zhongli is sharp to notice, triumphantly grinning when patting himself on the back. He then goes back to eating his own meal.

Once done eating, Myōbu gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and draws his fan open, positioning it over his lower face.

The Geo Archon and malicious god soon leave the restaurant and leisurely walk around the Harbour - with Zhongli showing Myōbu around and further informing him of the history of Liyue.
"... and I must not forget to note that, it was much easier to successfully watch over such a wonderful city without your presence." Zhongli cheekily states as Myōbu grew angry by his comment.

"I just got back and this is how I'm treated? Whatever, your still disgustingly rude as ever. I knew you would still remain the same." Myōbu huffed from behind his fan.
Deciding to ignore the red eyed man, Zhongli continued sauntering with him close behind.
As they pass down the roads of the city, quite a few people would often draw their eyes Myōbu.

Few children had come up to him and kindly request to feel his ears, to which Myōbu refused their immediately.
Though his answer is not what they expected from a seemingly kind looking man, the kids did not seem very disappointed and soon went about their day.

"Seems that you have caught many people's interest." Zhongli spoke, knowing that the other god smugly smiled behind his fan and instantly regretting what he'd said, inadvertently feeding his ego.

"I'm the most stunning god to ever grace the lands of Teyvat, of course I'd catch anyone's and everyone's interest." Myōbu boasts and Zhongli only rolled his eyes. "Your people finding me much more magnificent than you is really no surprise. I mean, look at you. You old fart." Myōbu ridicules, causing for Zhongli to subtly clench his teeth out of anger.

Zhongli drags an unconscious Myōbu across the ground by one leg and drawing wary stares from those who has spotted the two men.
Zhongli arrives at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor with the Director idly standing outside and gasps at the sight before her.

"Zhongli! You found a client! But how could you just carelessly drag such a beautiful corpse across the floor like that!" Hu Tao claims when she crouched down to the unconscious male.

"Do not worry, he is not dead. Yet." Zhongli responds, muttering the very last bit to himself.

"What a shame! I would've made the most exquisite funeral for this divine man." Hu Tao muses aloud as her colleague sighs for the nth time.

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