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( asato might give the annoying contrivance of the painting trapping them together in the bathroom for the sole reason that it slowed him down enough to realized that the very cat he’d been searching for had ended up stumbling across him instead.
he freezes as soon as he hears his familiar voice, bristling tail going stock-still before shooting up into the air in excitement. he whirls around, eyes wide and pupils dilating as they fixate on the other ribika. )
Konoe!!
( whatever instructions or demands the three in the painting are making of them, asato couldn’t care less. he rushes over to the other cat, mien both nervous and excited, eyes scanning him all over to see if anything were amiss—to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way. from asato’s perspective, it wasn’t very long ago that he’d been acting so strangely, even if he’d seen him again at the inn, acting more normally than he had in the flower meadow… for a moment he idles, wanting to reach out to konoe to make sure he’s here, he’s real, he’s himself, but—in the end it’s the other cat who reaches out to put a hand on his arm. the touch is warm, familiar…
konoe. just knowing that he’s here causes a sizable portion of the tension inside of him to release and go slack. )
I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’ve…
( he trails off. blinks again, eyes drifting across the other cat, this time more inspecting what he’s wearing rather than his overall state… )
Oh.
( he remembers the “outfit” (if one could call it that) he’d been forced to wear earlier, when cleaning… )
They have you “working” too? ( he tilts his head, confused… curious? ) …Rabbit…? ( yet another why...)
[Nothing hurt but his pride, suggested as much by his ears, feeling warm and shrunk back the longer Asato takes in his appearance.]
Don't stare... [It's a quiet reproval, but he has to try lest he sink into the ground, the other three gazes on him not making this easy. He has to focus on Asato's... awfully nice-looking shoes as he steps even closer to meet them. Heels aren't a new concept for him, sure, but these are not his boots, their clicks loud on the bathroom's tile.] They do, but I don't get this, either...
[Something occurs to him.
An action that small really echoes in here... he hasn't really heard it at all since he'd been sent to the casino floor. He can hear his own thoughts again after hours, trapped in a deluge of emotions and desires in the bustling space that made handling orders hellish. Trapped in this strange, shiny room, he blinks a few times, realizing this might just be a chance to slow down.]
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he freezes as soon as he hears his familiar voice, bristling tail going stock-still before shooting up into the air in excitement. he whirls around, eyes wide and pupils dilating as they fixate on the other ribika. )
Konoe!!
( whatever instructions or demands the three in the painting are making of them, asato couldn’t care less. he rushes over to the other cat, mien both nervous and excited, eyes scanning him all over to see if anything were amiss—to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way. from asato’s perspective, it wasn’t very long ago that he’d been acting so strangely, even if he’d seen him again at the inn, acting more normally than he had in the flower meadow… for a moment he idles, wanting to reach out to konoe to make sure he’s here, he’s real, he’s himself, but—in the end it’s the other cat who reaches out to put a hand on his arm. the touch is warm, familiar…
konoe. just knowing that he’s here causes a sizable portion of the tension inside of him to release and go slack. )
I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’ve…
( he trails off. blinks again, eyes drifting across the other cat, this time more inspecting what he’s wearing rather than his overall state… )
Oh.
( he remembers the “outfit” (if one could call it that) he’d been forced to wear earlier, when cleaning… )
They have you “working” too? ( he tilts his head, confused… curious? ) …Rabbit…? ( yet another why... )
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Don't stare... [It's a quiet reproval, but he has to try lest he sink into the ground, the other three gazes on him not making this easy. He has to focus on Asato's... awfully nice-looking shoes as he steps even closer to meet them. Heels aren't a new concept for him, sure, but these are not his boots, their clicks loud on the bathroom's tile.] They do, but I don't get this, either...
[Something occurs to him.
An action that small really echoes in here... he hasn't really heard it at all since he'd been sent to the casino floor. He can hear his own thoughts again after hours, trapped in a deluge of emotions and desires in the bustling space that made handling orders hellish. Trapped in this strange, shiny room, he blinks a few times, realizing this might just be a chance to slow down.]
Asato... do you want to leave? Right now?