ic contact

[qige]

Crystal Contact

Yue Qingyuan

scum villain's self-saving system

Contact character via audio, telepathy, or action.

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[originalshen]

[That hand patting his paw gets batted away--or batted at, really, though either way it amounts to something resembling return pats from a soft paw with its claws sheathed.

Yue Qingyuan's moving around means that Shen Qingqiu has his attention focused between keeping his balance and watching that delicious fish go on the stove to cook. If the cat happens to lick its lips during all this, well...that's to be expected, right?

Though he can't help but wonder if his shixiong was always this weak to cats. Maybe he misses caring for people other creatures? Or maybe he's just that lonely? Turning his head to stare at that humongous close-up face, Shen Qingqiu silently observes him for a while before...booping his cheek with a tiny pink nose.]

[qige]

[ Maybe it's all of the above, and someone a little at loose ends not strictly being needed for... anything, really. Duty has been all he's had for so long that able only the calls to mission make sense to him here, and even with that... he's still at loose ends.

This world needs him in such a different way than Cangqiong ever did.

The touch of nose to his cheek is unexpected, and sweet in a way that feels like honey on the tongue. Grateful feline, his furry little friend, and he reaches up with a chuckle to offer a quick scratch of the cat's cheeks in turn. ]

You're welcome, Miao'er.

[ Settling on a name at last? Or for the moment. The fish in its basket is done, lifted out by hands that don't mind heat or scalding by steam, and set to plate while deftly, swiftly, deboned.

If love were tiny services, would things like this count, he wonders, but there's no need to voice that aloud. Love is no one single thing, nor is it enough.

He smiles, and sets out the plate, fetching a small dish of water to settle to its side. Every motion as smooth as he can make it, and as steady as he ever is. ]

For you.

[originalshen]

[He hadn't meant for that action to be seen as a thanks, shixiong, but sure. Welcome him, why not.

But any other thoughts in that direction get brushed away by the sight of the fish; a combination of hunger and feline instincts have him leaving his perch for the plate without any real thoughts at all, nose twitching as he sniffs daintily at the offering.

Food...food? Food!

This excitement is toned down by the fact he took his first nibble a little too soon and jerked back at the heat on his kitty tongue, but he quickly gets back to eating regardless.]

[qige]

[ He chuckles at the enthusiasm of the cat, who clearly tried to eat too soon for his sensitive mouth. Like a cat's tongue, there's some saying like that, is there not?

He reaches out for a gentle attempt at a back stroke while the cat is tucking into the fish. There's something soothing in seeing anyone enjoy his offerings, feline or otherwise. It's nice to feel like he can manage at least this much for someone else and have it be simple, not weighed down by a history he's as much at fault for as any other party in the mix. ]