modernity - xiaoven

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¡feliz dia de los Muertos! :) 

my spanish class is teaching me a lot. :)

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xiao hadn't thought dealing with venti would be that easy. [he ended up getting him hooked on dnd tiktok. apparently he liked the bard memes?]

"venti, i'm not letting you cook."

"why-?"

"you're literally extremely clumsy right now because this isn't your body."

"prove it."

"you just fell down the stairs."

"no i didn't. i gracefully jumped."

"you almost broke your arm."

"but i'm fine!"

"venti, you're not cooking, i trust your cooking abilities, i don't trust that you wont burn yourself. this is a gas stove."

"gas... stove...?"

"i'm not explaining this to you. you're worse than a five year old who just learned about the internet."

"is that a compliment?"

"no. now let me make lunch."

venti sighed and went back to laying on the couch. he wasn't really supposed to be doing much until he got used to being in a different body. [it had taken him an hour to get used to walking enough that they could go to the hotel.]

"how am i supposed to get used to doing things, without doing them?"

"... fine, but i'm going to be helping you."

"alright!"

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neither of them knew what they were expecting, but they didn't end up cooking, they did end up practically cuddling before venti almost set his shirt on fire.

and then xiao kicked him out of the kitchen for being a distraction and because he was about to severly injure himself.

"hey, xiao?"

"what."

"are you and your universe's me together?"

"yeah."

"... at least this universe's me isn't pining for a hundred years."

"a hundred years-?"

"well, the anemo archon, who i am, is technically a god, and the adepti of liyue, which you are, don't age because they're the protectors of liyue."

"oh. alright."

"yeah. and i really don't feel like being murderered by morax. luckily he wasn't as pissed as ei when you got your anemo vision. when it was revealed her... son? had an anemo vision she was pissed."

"vision?"

"oh! it's a little trinket, that lets you control the element it resembles. if i were in my normal body, i'd show you the glowing glass ball i painted to look like an anemo vision, since i'm technically supposed to undercove- ... i really hope your version of me wont tell anyone that i'm the anemo archon. barbara already kinda hates my guts."

"why does this barbara hate you?"

"since i'm a bard, i tend to sing about myself, and some others in my past, but! barbara thinks some of them aren't true, even though they are! and that i'm spreading misinformation about barbatos."

xiao sighed. "why are you telling me all these little details, you're giving me too much to process right now."

"wait, are there dragons in your universe?"

"no??"

"shit. then dvalin's going to be upset at me, and i'm the only one who can keep him calm enough to not attack the cit- oh my goodness he's probably already gone beserk."

"who's dvalin?"

"he's one of the four winds, or well he was, but he's a dragon and one of my oldest friends! i've been managed to keep him calmed, but your version of me might not be able to, and i'm worried for the city of mondstadt, because he's been tainted by someone or something recently."

"the city will be fine, i promise."

"are you sure?"

"yes i'm sure."

"if anything our universe's you is gonna fuck up your life."

"how-?"

"you have some form of powers, right?"

"yeah? oh. oh fuck."

"mhm."