His routine remains fixed as ever, down to the minute movements of his hands. A raised cup. A breath across its surface. A light ripple. A small sip.
Zhongli hums into the cup’s rim, golden eyes scanning the surrounding area.
𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.
💭 [ I wonder if @historiaantiqua.bsky.social would like some company with his tea ... ]
He's watching the other man who is seated a few feet away, pondering whether to approach.
