[ He Xuan is clearly very good at reminding people of nice things...!
Though in retrospect, he thinks of how now that the other is back in his rightful body, that he has perhaps handled it a bit better than most would. That aside, he simply nods to acknowledge when Tartaglia gives thanks. After that, He Xuan's putting away the little baggie of chocolates.
When the topic turns to Diluc, his lips curl downwards in a frown. A good indication of perhaps how he feels about the red head now. ]
Met him fairly early on, around the time of our 'arrival' here. [ ... ] He's made it clear how much he...dislikes you, yes. We don't get along either for various reasons. And the fool even destroyed the portrait.
[ He Xuan is trying to keep his expression merely at a frown (instead of scowling, and steadily failing...), with the beautiful sea laid out before them, only laying one hand on the railing, one finger lightly tapping atop it. He knows Tartaglia can handle himself well enough, though does it mean he's liked it when Diluc has spoken ill of him? No.
Because so what if Tartaglia is from some kind of shady organization named the Fatui or whatever? ]
Don't know what kind of arrangement you have with him. But even if I figured you could deal with him just well enough...hmph.
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Though in retrospect, he thinks of how now that the other is back in his rightful body, that he has perhaps handled it a bit better than most would. That aside, he simply nods to acknowledge when Tartaglia gives thanks. After that, He Xuan's putting away the little baggie of chocolates.
When the topic turns to Diluc, his lips curl downwards in a frown. A good indication of perhaps how he feels about the red head now. ]
Met him fairly early on, around the time of our 'arrival' here. [ ... ] He's made it clear how much he...dislikes you, yes. We don't get along either for various reasons. And the fool even destroyed the portrait.
[ He Xuan is trying to keep his expression merely at a frown (instead of scowling, and steadily failing...), with the beautiful sea laid out before them, only laying one hand on the railing, one finger lightly tapping atop it. He knows Tartaglia can handle himself well enough, though does it mean he's liked it when Diluc has spoken ill of him? No.
Because so what if Tartaglia is from some kind of shady organization named the Fatui or whatever? ]
Don't know what kind of arrangement you have with him. But even if I figured you could deal with him just well enough...hmph.
[ The ghost king just huffs, leaving it as is. ]