"diluc! look what i found"
is what i'd hear every morning.
you'd come, running up to me
with a violetgrass in your hand,
telling me it'd compliment
my moschino cherry hair.
"hey diluc! say, would you like
to explore liyue with me?" you'd ask
me every afternoon. no thanks,
i wouldn't want to bump
into that obnoxious ginger brat.
"dilucccc,, when will your shift end??"
i'd hear you groan every late night
in the bustle tavern, eager for me to
get home early just so we could
have more cuddle time
oh barbatos, are we fated to be lovers?
