[ Two final determined steps and the kitchen knife in his hand clatters next to the floor next to Zhongli's ankle, Tartgalia leaning over him with both hands shoved deep into his pockets. His posture looks casual and slack, save for the soft tapping of leather of the tip of his back foot against the polished floor — a restless energy ready to be honed back to life on the turn of a mora. ]
You have people to go home to, don't you?
[ Is the cryptic question that the Harbinger gives as he stands there waiting for Zhongli's answer. Hopefully in the form of getting the hell out of here. There'd be no one to send Zhongli safely home today save for the consultant's own prowess and the fond smile of Lady Luck. Tartaglia had to get that book. He had to succeed.
(But surely a few seconds to ensure Zhongli did not foolishly head off into danger would not change the outcome.) ]
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[ Two final determined steps and the kitchen knife in his hand clatters next to the floor next to Zhongli's ankle, Tartgalia leaning over him with both hands shoved deep into his pockets. His posture looks casual and slack, save for the soft tapping of leather of the tip of his back foot against the polished floor — a restless energy ready to be honed back to life on the turn of a mora. ]
You have people to go home to, don't you?
[ Is the cryptic question that the Harbinger gives as he stands there waiting for Zhongli's answer. Hopefully in the form of getting the hell out of here. There'd be no one to send Zhongli safely home today save for the consultant's own prowess and the fond smile of Lady Luck. Tartaglia had to get that book. He had to succeed.
(But surely a few seconds to ensure Zhongli did not foolishly head off into danger would not change the outcome.) ]