[ With some hesitation because he isn't used to revealing certain inhuman aspects of his body to strangers, Neuvillette begins to remove the rest of his garments as well after removing his heeled shoes. He twists the catch of the gold pin holding his jabot in place; the fastening gives way, allowing him to remove his neckwear with ease. Folding it loosely and it aside, he moves on to remove the twin gold hairpins above his ear and tugging the black ribbon loose, freeing his hair for the night.
Neuvillette then takes off those blue robes that signify his position as the Iudex of Fontaine, setting them aside with the name degree of care Zhongli had given his coat. He stops briefly in his undressing as he notices those golden lines that run up Zhongli's arms; interesting, he thinks, quietly. He doesn't let his gaze linger for long—it'd be rude to stare.
His vest comes off next, folded over the back of a nearby chair. He pauses briefly before peeling his gloves off his hands, revealing a pair of hands covered in scales as blue as the ocean. They catch the light of the flames burning in the fireplace, radiating a soft, iridescent sheen. Neuvillette's white undershirt is thin enough that if one pays attention, they cover most of his arms and transition to human skin just below his shoulders. ]
It has been mine since birth. [ Leaving the undershirt on, he too removes his trousers, revealing the scales that stretch up his calves. ]
You aren't human.
[ Just an observation, an invitation for Zhongli to reveal as much or little as he is comfortable with. ]
sometimes you just gotta take canon out back and shoot it
Neuvillette then takes off those blue robes that signify his position as the Iudex of Fontaine, setting them aside with the name degree of care Zhongli had given his coat. He stops briefly in his undressing as he notices those golden lines that run up Zhongli's arms; interesting, he thinks, quietly. He doesn't let his gaze linger for long—it'd be rude to stare.
His vest comes off next, folded over the back of a nearby chair. He pauses briefly before peeling his gloves off his hands, revealing a pair of hands covered in scales as blue as the ocean. They catch the light of the flames burning in the fireplace, radiating a soft, iridescent sheen. Neuvillette's white undershirt is thin enough that if one pays attention, they cover most of his arms and transition to human skin just below his shoulders. ]
It has been mine since birth. [ Leaving the undershirt on, he too removes his trousers, revealing the scales that stretch up his calves. ]
You aren't human.
[ Just an observation, an invitation for Zhongli to reveal as much or little as he is comfortable with. ]