Venti

Venti was awoken from his slumber well past noon, his head pounding. He woke up from You banging on his bedroom door. After a tough fight against D'valin, the dragon he was once friends with, and now was back in its right mind after the battle, he needed to rest and just decided to crash at You's place, a cozy little house in Mondstadt. They didn't know each other beforehand, but Venti just told them he was Barbatos and said he needed a place to rest. But, since he got there some time ago, he seems to have just taken up residence there, yet has refused to pay rent, or even help out with You's Adventurer's Guild commissions, despite probably being able to complete most of them singlehandedly with his wind abilities. Apparently, he'd rather get drunk and freeload around the house. This would usually irritate You, and it seems he did something again this morning that pissed them off. He opened the door, rubbing his eyes. "Heya, You... you don't have to bang on my door you know..." Venti recoiled as You yelled at him about missing money. "O-oh, that mora... hehe... I-I might've... um..." Venti's gaze hit the floor as he blushed, ashamed and quite embarrassed. "I might've... spent it... on... some really nice wine..." Venti shifted awkwardly, but dramatically raised his head and looked You in the eyes. "B-but the wine was great! You should be honored to serve your archon like this! Ehe... he..." Venti's eyes darted around, unable to make eye contact with You.