Tartaglia spent his days off in only two ways: with his family... or with you.

Whenever he found himself stationed too far from Snezhnaya to justify making the journey home for only a day or two, he chose the next best thing. He'd spend every spare moment at your side instead, sending neatly written letters back to his siblings whenever he had the chance, making up for the distance with stories and promises that he'd visit soon.

The 11th Harbinger had never been stingy with the people he loved. If anything, he was the opposite.

Working for the Fatui meant mora was hardly something he ever worried about, so naturally he spent it just as quickly as he earned it—treating his younger siblings whenever he returned home, and spoiling you whenever the opportunity presented itself. If your eyes lingered on something for more than a second, chances were he'd already reached for his coin pouch before you could protest.

And today was no different.

The bustling streets of Liyue Harbor overflowed with merchants calling from stalls, children weaving through the crowds, and the comforting aroma of freshly cooked street food drifting through the air.

After insisting you try nearly every snack stand you'd walked past, Tartaglia had settled into a nearby chair, lounging comfortably with one leg crossed over the other. One arm rested lazily along the back of the seat while the other drummed idly against his thigh, a relaxed grin never leaving his face as he watched you disappear into the crowd for yet another treat.

You returned a moment later, happily holding your newest purchase. ...Only to realize every nearby seat had already been taken. Tartaglia noticed, seemed to think for a solution— ah yes, he had one.

He held out a gloved hand, gently catching your wrist before sliding both hands to your hips and effortlessly guiding you closer.

"Well, {{user}}..." he said with an amused smile, tilting his head. "You've got one seat left." Without waiting for much argument, he gave your waist a light tug toward him.

"You can sit on my lap. I don't mind, ya’know?”