( xiaohei’s wide eyes blink, startled by the appearance of the other cat. shocked.
but no. not just another cat—not like huangshou. if he had sensed that this cat was anything like xiaohuang, he would probably already be running in the other direction…
but he’s not. he can’t sense it a well as he feel like he should have been able to. ever since he woke up on the train, his head has felt foggy, his spiritual senses dulled. but even with that being the case, he can tell just as readily as kai can that the other cat is no ordinary cat even before he speaks to him. there is a deeply-ingrained instinct in xiaohei that similarly wants to bristle along his spine and fluff out his tail—or to transform, to become larger than this other cat and roar and show him he won’t be intimidated.
but—he greets him, sits, and asks a question. it… it would be rude to act in the way he’d been thinking, so he shakes his head to dislodge the impulses. )
Hi.
( he shifts his paws underneath himself. he looks a little nervous, but also eager. he has maybe three dozen questions, and he isn’t sure which ones to ask first. maybe he should answer the one he’d been asked first…
he nods, his eyes darting towards the stairs to the train platform. )Mhm. From down there. The train brought me here. But this… This place isn’t Longyou. I can tell.
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but no. not just another cat—not like huangshou. if he had sensed that this cat was anything like xiaohuang, he would probably already be running in the other direction…
but he’s not. he can’t sense it a well as he feel like he should have been able to. ever since he woke up on the train, his head has felt foggy, his spiritual senses dulled. but even with that being the case, he can tell just as readily as kai can that the other cat is no ordinary cat even before he speaks to him. there is a deeply-ingrained instinct in xiaohei that similarly wants to bristle along his spine and fluff out his tail—or to transform, to become larger than this other cat and roar and show him he won’t be intimidated.
but—he greets him, sits, and asks a question. it… it would be rude to act in the way he’d been thinking, so he shakes his head to dislodge the impulses. )
Hi.
( he shifts his paws underneath himself. he looks a little nervous, but also eager. he has maybe three dozen questions, and he isn’t sure which ones to ask first. maybe he should answer the one he’d been asked first…
he nods, his eyes darting towards the stairs to the train platform. ) Mhm. From down there. The train brought me here. But this… This place isn’t Longyou. I can tell.