[ For once, he hadn't had work. For his birthday, in a rare move, Chongyun had decided to take it easy with a lazy morning before going out for some shopping and visiting a few friends within the Tamamo clan. Nothing big—true enough, he hadn't made any large plans for this birthday. Maybe because it felt too strange to be celebrating in Hell and so far away from the clan.
More than anything else, he's looking forward to the evening and spending time with Xingqiu. Which is why he stops at the bakery on the way back to pick up some baked goods. With the bag in hand, he heads up the stairs to his apartment and punches in his very lazy code ... lazy enough that when it doesn't work, he's surprised. It's only 1-1-1-1. How could he have forgotten it? When the second punch doesn't work he's ready to kick the door's ass, but it opens without warning.
Confused? Understatement. A better word would be dumbfounded. Not because of they keypad code; the moment the door opened and he saw Xingqiu's face he had figured out what happened. No. No ... it's that outfit. Uniform? His mind goes blank after he absorbs the fact that his friend (ambiguous) is wearing a maid's uniform. The expression on his face must be priceless, but there's absolutely no way for him to control it. ]
Uh, um... that's, um. You, you—... in. That's.
[ Flustered, Chongyun can feel the heat burning his ears and cheeks to a bright pink. Clutching the bag of pastries for dear life, the boy somehow manages to shuffle inside without passing out, though he's feeling extremely lightheaded. Is this what a stroke feels like? Overheating because of his condition is nothing new, but right now it feels like a kitten's paw is scratching over his heart along with the dual sensations of wanting to pass out and explode.
Stupidly, he manages to put the bag on the table. His mouth is so dry. ]
That's fine. You, you can change it ... what are you wearing?
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More than anything else, he's looking forward to the evening and spending time with Xingqiu. Which is why he stops at the bakery on the way back to pick up some baked goods. With the bag in hand, he heads up the stairs to his apartment and punches in his very lazy code ... lazy enough that when it doesn't work, he's surprised. It's only 1-1-1-1. How could he have forgotten it? When the second punch doesn't work he's ready to kick the door's ass, but it opens without warning.
Confused? Understatement. A better word would be dumbfounded. Not because of they keypad code; the moment the door opened and he saw Xingqiu's face he had figured out what happened. No. No ... it's that outfit. Uniform? His mind goes blank after he absorbs the fact that his friend (ambiguous) is wearing a maid's uniform. The expression on his face must be priceless, but there's absolutely no way for him to control it. ]
Uh, um... that's, um. You, you—... in. That's.
[ Flustered, Chongyun can feel the heat burning his ears and cheeks to a bright pink. Clutching the bag of pastries for dear life, the boy somehow manages to shuffle inside without passing out, though he's feeling extremely lightheaded. Is this what a stroke feels like? Overheating because of his condition is nothing new, but right now it feels like a kitten's paw is scratching over his heart along with the dual sensations of wanting to pass out and explode.
Stupidly, he manages to put the bag on the table. His mouth is so dry. ]
That's fine. You, you can change it ... what are you wearing?