[ There is no need to point out the obvious; the only danger to be found in the catboy cafe is that of humiliation something that Xingqiu plans to entirely avoid. Although having a look down at himself, specifically at the outfit he is now wearing, perhaps this is the initial step in a regime of humility.
Noted is the fact that his friend doesn't even attempt to make any allusions to his plans but he doesn't take silence as approval. However, there is an implication in words spoken which from the young master's perspective means that any recourse taken against Hanz would be entirely justified. Besides, if he is to act like a feline then in that case he is allowed to be let his whims guide his actions.
He almost sighs, not too long ago he had said he had given up the feline life and yet he is here. A smile however is enough to brighten his own expression. ]
You know if the backdoor is open we could walk out... like cats.
[ Perhaps that is not one of his most clever plans but it was worth mentioning it despite the comprehension that ditching this shift would only cause trouble for Chongyun. There is also the possibility things may not go well for him since he is here as a representative of his faction's leader pleading for forgiveness. If he had wanted to escape responsibility he wouldn't have set out on this apology tour to begin with, he wouldn't have meticulously unwrapped the offerings to better select which businesses would receive what and he certainly wouldn't have gone through all the trouble helping out. It had been displeasing to put it lightly.
Chongyun taking his hand only cements the fact he won't leave, no, his friend may as well have handcuffed them together. Led by him he finds himself on the floor where the true horror begins. Give him two seconds to stare. Can't they just climb poles in minimal garments instead?
There is no hint of helplessness to be found in his expression, even knowing this is a sink or swim situation. The grim sentiment that cannot be brightened by snacks so near nor the sweet aroma of baked goods in the air. For the most part, he lets Chongyun do the talking, explaining the situation to the clients, he knows his turn will come, and like always it's a performance. But he isn't ready for a role of a cat. He is much too formal, far too polite for the part. The only good point is he doesn't faint nor have trouble carrying any trays ladened with desserts and drinks.
As for Mittens' play area, it would be entirely neglected. He almost feels some form of second-hand embarrassment watching other young men play the part in earnest but he doesn't have much time to observe really. He certainly won't focus any attention on his friend... ]
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Noted is the fact that his friend doesn't even attempt to make any allusions to his plans but he doesn't take silence as approval. However, there is an implication in words spoken which from the young master's perspective means that any recourse taken against Hanz would be entirely justified. Besides, if he is to act like a feline then in that case he is allowed to be let his whims guide his actions.
He almost sighs, not too long ago he had said he had given up the feline life and yet he is here. A smile however is enough to brighten his own expression. ]
You know if the backdoor is open we could walk out... like cats.
[ Perhaps that is not one of his most clever plans but it was worth mentioning it despite the comprehension that ditching this shift would only cause trouble for Chongyun. There is also the possibility things may not go well for him since he is here as a representative of his faction's leader pleading for forgiveness. If he had wanted to escape responsibility he wouldn't have set out on this apology tour to begin with, he wouldn't have meticulously unwrapped the offerings to better select which businesses would receive what and he certainly wouldn't have gone through all the trouble helping out. It had been displeasing to put it lightly.
Chongyun taking his hand only cements the fact he won't leave, no, his friend may as well have handcuffed them together. Led by him he finds himself on the floor where the true horror begins. Give him two seconds to stare. Can't they just climb poles in minimal garments instead?
There is no hint of helplessness to be found in his expression, even knowing this is a sink or swim situation. The grim sentiment that cannot be brightened by snacks so near nor the sweet aroma of baked goods in the air. For the most part, he lets Chongyun do the talking, explaining the situation to the clients, he knows his turn will come, and like always it's a performance. But he isn't ready for a role of a cat. He is much too formal, far too polite for the part. The only good point is he doesn't faint nor have trouble carrying any trays ladened with desserts and drinks.
As for Mittens' play area, it would be entirely neglected. He almost feels some form of second-hand embarrassment watching other young men play the part in earnest but he doesn't have much time to observe really. He certainly won't focus any attention on his friend... ]