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Ekaterina . @katyaaa
My boss and his “friend” are driving me insane. How can they not notice the heart eyes they give each other every time they talk? Two years. It’s been two years of them dancing around each other.
And today… The PDA I had to witness was something else. Mr. Zhongli offered Master Childe his coat because the Harbinger uniform wasn’t warm enough for Liyue’s winter. But instead of just taking it, they’re now sharing both the scarf and the coat to stay warm. It’s not even 9 a.m.! I need coffee.
| Vlad . @vladaddy
Replying to @katyaaa
You’re not the only one suffering. Sweet Tsaritsa, help us all.
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Ekaterina . @katyaaa
Update: He finally went out for lunch with his friend. Thank the Archons.
| Nadia . @spynadia
Replying to @katyaaa
You have to admit, they’re basically couple goals, even if they don’t realise it.
| Xiangling . @cheflingling
Replying to @spynadia and @katyaaa
[Attached: A blurry photo of two figures— one with a grey coat and the other in brown. The person in brown is helping the other with chopsticks as they sit close together.]
Look at them! They’re so cute!
| Felix . @felixis
Replying to @cheflingling
I did not need to see that, and it definitely didn’t make me feel more single. Nope.
| Ekaterina . @katyaaa
Replying to @cheflingling
What happened to privacy?
| Yunjin . @operagrandis
Replying to @katyaaa
Privacy disappeared the moment you started posting about them publicly.
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Signora . @thefairestlady
Greetings, @katyaaa. Gather pictures and information about Tartaglia and this Mr. Zhongli’s time together. Her Majesty has requested it.
| Ekaterina . @katyaaa
Replying to @thefairestlady
My apologies, but I do not understand.
| Pantalone . @theregrator
Replying to @katyaaa and @thefairestlady
Do not bother asking questions, it is strictly confidential. Oh and also, make it quick. Thank you in advance.
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Ekaterina stares at her phone, blinking, as notifications flood in, pinging relentlessly. Adding to her stress is the vague but urgent mission she’s just received.
“Why,” she mutters, burying her face in her hands.
