let's survive

“… Oh. Well, what is it this time? Don’t tell me we’ve run out of wine!” he gasps, a pale hand flying up to splay over his lips. “I’ll have a lot of words with Master Diluc, if that's the case! He’d be the slacker!”

“Paimon thinks you’re avoiding the topic!” Paimon complains and tugs on one of his braids.

“H-hey! Don’t do that!” Venti says, lightly pushing at the offensive hands. “But okay, tell me the news.”