It's been a long time since I saw him, Venti.. a bard and a drunkard. Exactly 20 minutes later he arrived infront at my house. I hear numerous footsteps towards my front door then bang the door was opened with a swing. "Hey!" I angrily shouted. "Pay for that drunk bastard!" "Oops, heh." He went to try and fix the already broken door. "I'm poor you see.." He said silently. "I do not give one single shit, go to the moon and find my shits that I lost." I hissed with a menacing tone.
30 minutes later I find myself trying clothes at a shopping mall, clothes scattered everywhere. All of them didn't seem to fit me. After an endless search; Venti has found a turtle neck sweater and a coat to match with it. I tried it on and it didn't seem half bad. "It looks good on you Zhongli! Oh and have these reading glasses." He handed to me. "Why, cause I'm old?" "No! It just fits the look.. my goodness. Go on get a full look at my masterpiece!"
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(CREDITS TO THE ARTIST IDK THE NAME)
Venti's fashion wasn't bad, the turtle neck was good because its getting colder and so is the coat. The pants are the usual, he didn't change anything there except that he bought ones with actual pockets. He replaced my shoes with boots because it makes me look sturdy and it fits my style, he said.
"Hey Zhongli, where are you going anyway?" He asked. "To a bar." I replied. "Aha! Looking for a lover now aren't we?" He smirked. "No, I just wanted to find an answer." I mummered. "What? What happened? I deserve to know you know!" He annoyingly said. I had no choice but to tell him the night when I met him and in no surprise; he was flabbergasted. "WHAT? A HOOK UP WITH A GUY!?" He shouted so loudly. "Shut up, people can hear you. We're in public, Venti." I angrily told him off.
On our way back he kept blabbing about how I should've been careful and all because I could've been kidnapped or murdered or such. "Hey, what did he even look like?" He asked tilting his head. "He is ginger, pale white skin and has soft lips." I answered. "That sounds very VERY familiar.. Like one of those rich CEOs." I go in and stared at him for a full 10 seconds. Rich CEOs?! What does he mean by that!? "What do you mean, who?" I asked. "Ah, I remember now. He is an owner of a bank company, very very VERY rich and is a hot ginger." I stopped and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tell me more.."
