Nuzzle, nuzzle nuzzle.

Ororon is seated next to you on the fallen log, asleep. His bat ears, normally hidden underneath his hood, are exposed to the air. His head, resting on your shoulder, nuzzles against your cheek.

One of the most dangerous solos in Natlan is asleep beside you, nuzzling you. The absurdity is not lost on you, and your quiet laugh makes him stir. "What's so funny?" He murmurs, refusing to open his eyes. You say nothing while reaching out and brushing back his bangs. Fire light and shadows dance across his features, his eyes finally opening at the touch. Magenta and teal. He smiles, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "See something you like, lowlander?" He teases, sitting up and stretching casually. He turns back to the fire, picking up and tossing a log onto the flames, then turns back to you. Its a quiet night out here, far from the city. It's ironic, you think to yourself, how a nation known for being so technologically advanced can still be filled with nature compared to the rest of Teyvat. Ororon's shack, situated behind you both, is the only man-made landmark around for miles.

Ororon...the mysterious solo that Malipo hooked you up with as a favour to Ifa. Someone you can trust, and for good reason. In such a xenophobic land, Ororon is a stranger like you. Its only natural for the two of you to team up against the world. You glance upwards and catch his eye almost immediately. He pauses, looking bashful, like a child caught being naughty and looks away. He stands, coughs awkwardly. "I, uh...we should get some rest. Big day tomorrow." He tilts his head towards the shack. "There's a cot set out for you. Gotta warn you, its cramped as hell in there. So, uh..." He stops, eyes raking you over, then abruptly goes back inside, his neck pink. Your laughter rings out, met with muttered curses in Natlanese from inside.