[ Chinese verse is not his specialty, but osmanthus wine is a distinct enough a dish to bring to mind something he read once upon a time. ]
"I miss the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss the hour of the moon. I am a stranger in a foreign land. On this Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss you like the tide."
[ He quirks a sharp, cagey little smirk. ]
Or something like that.
[ The man who has spoken up is around the same height as Zhongli, and of a similar slim build. Although V doesn't stand up nearly so straight, what a slouchy thing. He has a silver-looking cane hooked over his forearm, and a book tucked under his elbow. There are little hints of tattoos sticking out at the wrists and neck of his sweater. His sparse jewelry is silver, and a tooth around his neck. ]
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"I miss the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss the hour of the moon. I am a stranger in a foreign land. On this Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss you like the tide."
[ He quirks a sharp, cagey little smirk. ]
Or something like that.
[ The man who has spoken up is around the same height as Zhongli, and of a similar slim build. Although V doesn't stand up nearly so straight, what a slouchy thing. He has a silver-looking cane hooked over his forearm, and a book tucked under his elbow. There are little hints of tattoos sticking out at the wrists and neck of his sweater. His sparse jewelry is silver, and a tooth around his neck. ]