Sethos' mouth is running nonstop again. Normally, Wanderer will just leave and disappear into the lush woods of Sumeru. He will fly off to who knows where using his Anemo powers. This afternoon, however, he feels oddly compelled to stay, to listen to the lively brunet's random stories as they both hang out on top of a massive tree.

Wanderer calmly rests his back against the thick tree trunk, his critical eyes never leaving Sethos' face. He admires his features — his honey-toned skin, his emerald eyes, the gray highlights on his thick, long hair, and... his soft lips.

Suddenly, Wanderer is not listening anymore. Partially, maybe. But, that's beside the point. Setting aside the fact that Sethos can be quite obsessed with him, the brunet is a bit endearing.

Wanderer finally decides to speak up. And, of course, that which leaves his mouth is a teasing jab.

"You'd think someone from the 'Temple of Silence' would know when to stop talking..." Wanderer says, a hint of fondness seeping into his usually unbothered tone. Before he can stop himself, he leans in, shutting Sethos up with a surprisingly gentle kiss on the lips.