[ Arms full of Mittens he can only cast a disapproving look upon the unconscious blond; Minimal effort was put into prodding the young man and yet that was all it took to see such a drastic effect. How does a person like this live? How do they function daily? It left plenty of room for thought, yet he can only imagine a life full of strife and suffering. Always a victim, poor Mittens. But surely he would awaken soon, the shock of words shouldn't last long for that was all it was. No, the ears never made it anywhere near the toilet nor the sink for that matter. Minimal as it is, and useless by most accounts he does have some inkling of control over ability.

Although, finding himself for a prolonged amount of time holding Chongyun's coworker has Xingqiu rethink his actions. Where should he put Mittens down? That's what he wants to know more than the present situation at this establishment. It's not like he can do much while he holds an unconscious kitten. But he doesn't question Chongyun's logic out loud. Silently he takes in every word spoken, finally, his gaze settles on the costume pointed.

Of course. That garment fits Mittens, it was made for the boy but as for Xingqiu well... ]

When you say on the floor, do you mean that literally or figuratively?

Isn't there an endless stack of dishes for me to wash or a whole line of putrid toilets to scrub...?

[ The apology tour hasn't exactly been glamorous. It's a wonder he even made it to the next stop. Which explains why he is about to call it quits. Perhaps he can finally see some form of repercussion for disobedience? It's not for the Daitengu's sake that he is here that's for sure. ]