[ As Zhongli watches Tifa remove the mushrooms stuck to his horns, he begins to wonder if this kind of strangeness is representative of the state of mind of the world. The glitter is one thing, the explosion is another, and then there's the shape-changing mushrooms... perhaps it wasn't merely coincidence that they had gotten stuck in his horns. Perhaps the world thought his horns were railings that warranted decorations.
Not too pleasant. ]
I am fine. Thank you for your assistance.
[ Despite all of Tifa's tugging, he hasn't moved much. He's very stable, after all. Now, he can get up and talk to her face-to-face instead of sitting like some kind of village elder. ]
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Not too pleasant. ]
I am fine. Thank you for your assistance.
[ Despite all of Tifa's tugging, he hasn't moved much. He's very stable, after all. Now, he can get up and talk to her face-to-face instead of sitting like some kind of village elder. ]
Might I know your name?