[ And Tartaglia, smitten smitten Tartaglia, does not notice the stiffness to which Bolai plucks the card from his hand. Does not hide his exuberance at being allowed to spoil the man that he so thoroughly fancied. Does not even bother to realize he's using his "company card" instead of his personal one, the logo of the Northland Bank emblazoned proudly upon the silver surface.

No, Ajax is much too busy hurriedly fumbling with the earring so that he might hang it from Zhongli's elegant lobe. The gentle care in which he pushes it in rivals the care that he shows his younger brothers and sister while play fighting, fidgeting with it juuuuust enough so that it catches the lantern light just so. The feathered texture pulls at Ajax's with some strange nostalgia, but from where he doesn't know. ]

There. Perfect.

[ A grin stretches wide across Ajax's lips, admiring. ]

How lucky for me that you forgot your wallet.

[ If only Ajax knew—

He half-turns on his heel, tucked up against Zhongli's side again as a blank-faced Bolai hands him back his card. It is a testament to his will that the the shopkeeper does not react to that remark (for his own health and welfare). ]

Shall we see what else the night has in store for us, Mr. Zhongli?