[Did he know that Yue Qingyuan was delivering congee to his doppelganger? Does it matter? It should probably be irritating, but being held like this is also surprisingly comfortable, with the faint rumble of Yue Qingyuan's voice...the cat finds itself nodding off, unconsciously burying its face near the crook of his neck, quiet and peaceful for the duration of his delivery run.
There's a protesting mrr at getting called "little fur" though, that single annoyance apparently enough to wake Shen Qingqiu back up again. Who says he wants fish, anyway! Even if he did, you can't understand him, you weirdo!!
None of these complaints are actually made aloud, though he does start to fuss in Yue Qingyuan's grip.]
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There's a protesting mrr at getting called "little fur" though, that single annoyance apparently enough to wake Shen Qingqiu back up again. Who says he wants fish, anyway! Even if he did, you can't understand him, you weirdo!!
None of these complaints are actually made aloud, though he does start to fuss in Yue Qingyuan's grip.]