hydrangeabloom | (no subject)

What makes you think that it's a date? Am I giving you any reason to think in such a manner?

Why else would you come so quickly!

I could be just friendly.

[ Said the rock with the resting :| face ]

Well then we can have an outing as friends I suppose.

Exactly. A sturdy foundation is the basis for all things that stand the test of time. And what is sturdier than friendship.

Allow me to leave a note for your companions then, that we may discuss more strategic matters and then we may be off.

Aren't you just the most thorough....! The fae who dwell here will surely be glad for it.

As am I.

[ Smash cut to note being put on the fridge with a wizard hat magnet ]

There. Now let us be off. We can go in my personal vehicle unless you have a preferred method of transportation.

A what?

A method of transportation. A way to get from here to our intended destination.

Show me your transportation.

Of course. If you would follow me to the garage—

[ There's a certain SUV that is somehow slathered in Taisho style motifs of idyllic ink-brushed landscapes in vibrant colors.

(The rest of Taisho ~~Imeeji~~ sees this as an abomination.) ]

[the fuck is that]

What is this.

[ Proudly: ]

It is called an Es Yu Vee, meant for transporting large groups of people but still classified as a private mode of transportation.

I find the larger the better as sometimes it is necessary to transport two units at once, and it is difficult to find drivers and vehicles to accommodate.

[tugging on the handle]

How quaint....! I want to get inside!

[ Zhongli, being the gentleman that he is, of course, opens the passenger door for him. ]

Please. Make yourself comfortable.

[CLIMBS IN

sitting backwards so he can look at the back]

[ That back zooms in to meet him as Zhongli cranks the vehicle into reverse---!

Just kidding.

Zhongli drives like a grandpa. An ornery law-abiding grandpa who is even using his turn signals in the empty parking lot. Slowly the SUV backs up and starts to move smoothly toward the garage exit.

Without looking over at V: ]

Put on your seatbelt, please.

What's that?

[climbing into the back like a fucking animal]

The strap of fabric that keeps you attached to the seat so you do not go unfortunately flying out any of the windows in the case of an accident or sudden stop.

[ Hands still at 10 and 2 and eyes on the road though the exasperation is slightly palpable in the air. He is trying to make a good impression after all.

Keyword: trying. ]

Once you've picked a seat of course.