@crimsontwins asked: "Wait..... are you the one Zola was talking about? Chongyun? Who likes battles?" (from a very excited Sera asfroiegheur hiiiiii)

"the one and only." he shouldn't be so flippant. "i could give tartaglia a run for his money." there's a pleased smile on his face. "and i have, many times."

"pleased to meet you...?" trailing off, he hopes that's the cue for her to introduce herself. chongyun isn't used to having fans, but he's preening under the flattery anyway. and of course, he gives her a respectful bow.

    Having only been in town for a couple of days, Soren had been very busy; with Siobhan’s help, he’d scored himself an “under-the-table” job at The Houseboat, a local bar, and had even managed to get himself an apartment with her help, too. It was the first afternoon Soren had to relax before his evening shift, so he was out strolling the beach, and taking in the town quietly. It was hard to focus on any one thing; sure, most things he’d experienced so far he’d read about, but to actually be apart of this place... nothing had ever made him feel more alive.

   Except, maybe - someone caught his attention, and from Soren’s spot where he reclined against his elbows in the sand, there was a strange familiarity about the woman... as if in a long-lost dream, he’d seen her, but different, and this thought kept him staring as she walked closer; closer; closer- her. It was her eyes that finally clicked recognition into place. Soren had swam around her countless times, back when life was simple and he had little on his mind aside from survival and his next meal; she’d been a siren, he had later learned with Scylla’s guidance, and if she was here... was she a captain? His eyes never once left her, and he must have been gaping, startled to realize she was now staring right back at him. Embarrassed and totally caught, Soren clamored to a stand and gave a nervous wave, unsure if approaching now would make his staring less creepy or not. “Hi,” He called out, a tentative greeting, a grin spreading across his face as his excitement built at meeting her- finally.

So much had changed since the princess opened her hotel. Never would Sera have imagined that a sinner's redemption could truly be possible. It defied all belief. Yet she supposed such doubt was not the proper way to think. After all, faith in oneself and in others ought to come as naturally as breathing even if angels had no need to breathe. Still, the princess had given her a great deal to consider.

Rising slowly from her kneeling position, Sera felt renewed. Prayer often clarified her thoughts and strengthened her spirit. She moved down the hall, only to encounter Sir Pentious the first redeemed sinner to walk among them.

The notion still felt strange to dwell upon, yet who could say how long it might be before others followed and joined the ranks of Heaven? While she harbored doubts that many sinner souls would ever reach these gates, she remained determined to extend every courtesy, just as the Head Seraphim had instructed. Stepping forward with quiet grace, Sera offered a warm smile. "Hello, Pentious. How are you today?"

"It's edible paint, don't worry."

It's not, but Albedo can't resist the simple urge to have some fun. The truth of the matter is he had tripped, almost spilling his supplies all over the place. He's not normally this clumsy, but accidents really can't be helped at times.

"Hmm." Albedo logically knows what the words combined means. The concept of having fun is often witnessed in Mondstadt and even Liyue. Albedo has no trouble sitting back to watch the people go about their lives, living in their own definition of fun.

Albedo's definitely is certainly something dfferent from the norm. He doesn't see value in strong companionship most of the time, nor does he see much, if any, value in most things other people would enjoy. Books, and art, on the other hand, are fair game, but those feel more like solo hobbies.

"What would you define as fun?" he asks, playing with a lock of his own hair, pulling it out and staring at it before grabbing a different lock. He's already bored with this conversation, though has no polite way of getting out of it. These kinds of questions are tedious at best. "If by 'fun', you mean something that would require spending time with other people? If that's the case, I'll pass."