[The younger man's playful demeanor has a way of disarming him, chipping away at his carefully crafted composure. For a moment, Zhongli hesitates, his fingers stilling over the chessboard. But then, curiosity—and perhaps something more—compels him to reach across the table, his hand resting gently in Ajax’s open palm.
His smile softens, the tension of the past week momentarily easing in the face of his effortless charm.]
I see... [Zhongli murmurs, his tone warm, laced with amusement.] Quite the catch, indeed.
[The steady warmth of Ajax’s hand is grounding, makes this moment feel more real, more personal. It’s a connection he didn’t realize he needed, perhaps. Would often tell himself such. While coaxing others into relying on each other.
Ah, he's a hypocrite, is he?]
And here I was, thinking it was you who might be a little nervous. [His voice is teasing now, his golden eyes glinting, even if with an underlying sincerity in his gaze.]
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His smile softens, the tension of the past week momentarily easing in the face of his effortless charm.]
I see... [Zhongli murmurs, his tone warm, laced with amusement.] Quite the catch, indeed.
[The steady warmth of Ajax’s hand is grounding, makes this moment feel more real, more personal. It’s a connection he didn’t realize he needed, perhaps. Would often tell himself such. While coaxing others into relying on each other.
Ah, he's a hypocrite, is he?]
And here I was, thinking it was you who might be a little nervous. [His voice is teasing now, his golden eyes glinting, even if with an underlying sincerity in his gaze.]