[Zhongli's eyebrows rise at that description. The fondness doesn't escape him, nor can he ignore the strange feeling he gets when he also hears those words...]
Nothing that cannot be painted over, I imagine.
[He walks slowly through the place. The fireplace in the living room is nice, though the room itself is a strange shape. It isn't unattractive, and could be softened as tradition dictates with round fixtures and lighting. The kitchen is more open... and the bedroom is actually bigger than the master in the two-bedroom apartment, a fact he doesn't miss.
On his way to check out the back patio, he finds a little shadow of some previous artwork donated by the child in question. He brushes his fingers over it yet he doesn't look displeased, exactly.
It's a little red dragon scrawled on the inside of the closet door.]
Ah, a timeless mural left behind by small hands. The canvas and the subjects may change, but the expression does not.
no subject
Nothing that cannot be painted over, I imagine.
[He walks slowly through the place. The fireplace in the living room is nice, though the room itself is a strange shape. It isn't unattractive, and could be softened as tradition dictates with round fixtures and lighting. The kitchen is more open... and the bedroom is actually bigger than the master in the two-bedroom apartment, a fact he doesn't miss.
On his way to check out the back patio, he finds a little shadow of some previous artwork donated by the child in question. He brushes his fingers over it yet he doesn't look displeased, exactly.
It's a little red dragon scrawled on the inside of the closet door.]
Ah, a timeless mural left behind by small hands. The canvas and the subjects may change, but the expression does not.