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[ He thinks to himself, Xiao Jiu, you were getting on with them just fine before now. Yue Qingyuan attempts one more pat, not figuring he'll be allowed it, as he then shifts and moves off the bed, cabbits sliding around and making sleepy noises of protest. He utters a few soothing words, then walks to the door, opening it to allow the outside air free access. ]

Xiao... Miao'er, if you'd be kind enough to step off the bed for a moment.

[ He's about to use speed and a blanket to send all the cabbits out at once. Staring a little too long at the at that's his Xiao Jiu, and wondering what it is that makes it so much easier for Shen Qingqiu to accept his presence when he doesn't have to have it be known.

... And in that, understands enough. He smiles, a touch sad, a touch glad, and simply waits for his shidi to make his move. ]

[He was getting along with them against his will, okay!!!

The cat jumps off the bed before Yue Qingyuan has even gotten halfway through his sentence, contemplating the door for a second before moving to sit on one of the man's things. Let's shed fur all over your clothes or something, shall we?]

Thank you, Miao'er.

( With the cat removed, he picks up the blanket and the cabbits and carts the lot of them outside with such swift efficiency they're left deposited in the outside air, settled on stone, blinking and with little concept of what just happened.

He's back inside, gently closing the door, barely a heartbeat later. There are perks to being a cultivator.

Quick cabbit removal is one of them. )

Forgive the closed door, I didn't want them to invite themselves right back in.

( Shaking out the blanket so it falls over the bed once more, he nods his head to Shen Qingqiu the cat. )

[Ah, but now that the door's been specifically mentioned, Shen Qingqiu can't help realizing he's stuck in here with his big dumb shixiong. How long is he expected to stay in here? What time is it, anyway? The damn cabbits knocking him out means he has no idea how long he's been in here to begin with—was it bright outside, in that short moment the door was open?

The cat makes a somewhat dissatisfied noise, but for the moment is content to...well actually he's happy to settle down right here on Yue Qingyuan's clothes until further notice, meowing once in a way that he wouldn't explain even if he could. Time to become cat psychic, Yue-shixiong.]

( Yue-shixiong, lacking any beast psychic abilities, smooths out the bed linens and eyes his shidi with a more considerate look than before. Either Shen Qingqiu is more tolerant as a cat, or he's more resigned to being misunderstood.

It explains a few things, learning this, but he leaves them understood and not spoken on. Shen Jiu either bridges this when he wishes, or Yue Qi only mentions it the day it must. For now: )

If you're hungry, we can head toward the kitchens in a short time. Or I could summon fish from the cloth... ah, some sort of cooked dish without spice. For your stomach.

( Kitty, kitty, cat. He takes a seat at the foot of his bed, observing the cat. )

Would you like that, ah, Miao'er?

[It's a little of both, honestly.

Also he's going to just meyawn as an answer, tail waving impatiently from his seat. Feed him, puny human.]

( And so it was, with things set to rights and some waiting applied, he eventually scooped the cat up to his shoulders and went for the kitchens, cooking Xiao Jiu, er, Miao'er, a meal fit for humans with cat stomachs.

As you do! This was giving him a whole lot to think about with regards to his shidi... )

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