Picking up a random bottle, he asks the shopkeeper what he's selling and frowns at the answer.

"...dandelion wine?" he echoes, unimpressed.

"If I recall, that's the name of a weed."

He’s a little taken off guard at suddenly being hugged. Maybe Venti had been just as worried as him about it, though for different reasons. Ambrose had almost chickened out of bringing it up, a few days spent working up the nerve to ask. He laughs nervously as he pats a hand against Venti’s back, shaking his head. Good thing he didn’t drop the box of chocolates.

“No, no, it’s okay, really— I wasn’t any better, putting it off until so last minute. I am just relieved we could meet again, though. And it seemed like a suiting day to ask… so…”

He’s also relieved to have the invitation received well! Though still a little nervous, he continues talking in an attempt not to dwell on it.

@windmadepoet

"-look there be no interest but Andrew?....That money for the bills and your son only okay? If i see you in that Pachinko parlor or you in another loan office after wasting my money. I'm gonna break your legs Andrew."

The man thank Huey as he run off with the money Huey just transfer. Huey seem to doing the finishing touch to the casino.

"Jimmy? Keep a eye on the guy if Andrews waste his chance..."

It's got to be grand. It's gotta be....bah. Probably nobody would even know about it. Huey count himself lucky if he can even get 20 big shots into the building. He a nobody in this city nobody heard of or give a shit about. But he gotta give it his best as Huey smell a familar smell of wine and fresh air.

War, the red horseman. He's returned to this dimension against his will. He rides atop his terrifying steed of smoke and flame along the streets of the Golden Ward. People cower in fear, or stumble to move out of his way.

The horseman's stern expression did not waver; and one would not be judged for assuming he held anything besides malice in his heart for all who should encounter him. However, at the moment his focus was directed towards a familiar figure in the distance.

A rather small figure when compared to the steed that was stomping his way forward. Yes, Ruin's hooves left scorch marks every where he went. Just another reminder of how terrifying the horseman was--

He stopped Ruin right in front of the small figure, and took a breath. What horrible words would this ageless battle worn being speak!?

Kyubey looks around; there aren't any other humans about. Was this one practicing by himself? He's about to lie down and continue his nap when his tail knocks into some leaves, sending them raining down on the poor fellow below.

windmadepoet: "uuuuh. No. Not this time around... ehe.... Just tell me about you as a person! Before we get to any romance conversations!"

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"Hmm, okay!"

"Um...let's see! I've been a princess, a goddess, a mermaid, an angel, the last in line of a race of rare wood-unicorn-fairy elves, and more! I've saved the world more times than I can count and died for it just as many, though I haven't had a chance to do any heroic sacrifices here."

Either way, hopefully, he'll forgive the disrespect if he happens to be who she thinks he is. "You'll have to forgive me. It's been some time since I've met with someone from Teyvat."

He says little in way of payment, but instead bleeds through shadows that cloak the pair. From one room to the next, light shines through as he steps into a familiar looking pub- the very same place he had first met his bard. Mobei Jun walks up to a human who was laid out on their back, and at their feed lay broken pieces of some stringed instrument. Apparently the irate ice demon disliked this bard's choice of music and brought his own.