[ He nods in quiet content as Yingxing says he'll get things ready and let Dan Heng finish up. It works, too; at least for now his heat is purring in content, allowing him time to properly wash himself up and wrap himself in a warm towel afterward. He hasn't realized quite how little he's eaten, at least not until the scent of that food wafts up from downstairs, making his stomach grumble almost immediately. ]
Mm.. that smells good.
[ He makes his way down the stairs just as he is, towel tied around his torso, grateful for the size because it allows his tail to poke out without lifting the fabric too much. Maybe he should put something else on, but he gets the feeling it won't be like this for too long anyway. ]
Is this what you made last night? It smells amazing.
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Mm.. that smells good.
[ He makes his way down the stairs just as he is, towel tied around his torso, grateful for the size because it allows his tail to poke out without lifting the fabric too much. Maybe he should put something else on, but he gets the feeling it won't be like this for too long anyway. ]
Is this what you made last night? It smells amazing.