[He’s so cute when he talks about the things he enjoys.
The slight excitement in Zhongli's voice and the way his hands start to gesture with enthusiasm is endearing, really—seeing someone so genuinely passionate about something as seemingly mundane as rocks and stones. But then again, he supposes there's a definite charm to them. Say, like someone's penchant for creating stories over plushies in claw machines.
Still, the curiosity gnaws at him. How does a funeral consultant end up with such detailed knowledge about mineral ores? Is there some esoteric (ha) ritual involved, perhaps some ancient burial rites that utilize gems?]
Heat, pressure, and… [Sylus begins, trying to recall what little he remembers about the formation of crystals. He trails off, a small smirk playing on his lips as he admits,] I’m afraid I’ve forgotten the third. Something about time, perhaps?
you're doing great sweetie
The slight excitement in Zhongli's voice and the way his hands start to gesture with enthusiasm is endearing, really—seeing someone so genuinely passionate about something as seemingly mundane as rocks and stones. But then again, he supposes there's a definite charm to them. Say, like someone's penchant for creating stories over plushies in claw machines.
Still, the curiosity gnaws at him. How does a funeral consultant end up with such detailed knowledge about mineral ores? Is there some esoteric (ha) ritual involved, perhaps some ancient burial rites that utilize gems?]
Heat, pressure, and… [Sylus begins, trying to recall what little he remembers about the formation of crystals. He trails off, a small smirk playing on his lips as he admits,] I’m afraid I’ve forgotten the third. Something about time, perhaps?