fox form tingyun is going to curl up on a chair in his office to wait for him to walk up since mr. n told her he was asleep. she could do for a nap too. he wouldn't mind ... would he ?
it is truly a pity that Ashveil is locked away in his refridgerator, for he would undoubtedly find it displeasing in nature to know she wasn't proffered a proper welcome.
ever the vestige of manners; Ashveil is known as many things, but a bad host is not one of them, so to find out he had company without being present to usher her in would leave him utterly dismayed.
but it wasn't his fault. not this time. a failure to fall into etiquette was only at play here because the night -- and the morning that followed -- had been exceptionally unkind to the detective, as the shadow buried beneath the graveyard of his arm had decided it would make an attempt to fight back once more. it's hunger never satiated no matter what Ashveil did, and it's incessant desire to consume him whole and turn him into itself the driving force behind it's power.
Ashveil had only just barely managed to keep it contained after an exhausting battle that lasted for several hours, with the end resulting in him crawling shakily into the refridgerator on his hands and knees, lacking ample strength to do more than climb in and shut the doors around himself. it was only there in the safety of his confinement that Ashveil found rest, and slipped into a state that rendered him unconscious for an undetermined amount of hours. when moments like these happened, it was always difficult to discern how long it would take him to recover. sometimes it was just a handful of minutes, other times it could be days. it all depending on the severity of his injuries, as well as the amount of strength left in his body.
in this particular instance, Ashveil had already been asleep for four or five hours when Tingyuan decided to make her way in. Mr. N kept a watchful ( but pitying ) eye on the refridgerator the entire time and could only greet her with a solemn statement that Ashveil was out of commission for a little while, and tacking an apology at the end of it.
thankfully she appeared to take the situation well and didn't ask too many questions, as Mr. N wasn't comfortable with the notion of sharing too deeply into Ashveil's personal struggles. she was a blessing for that, and therefore left alone to her devices without interjection from the little monkey assistent who wouldn't have hesitated to kick her out if he felt she was a threat to Ashveil. he then returned to his duties of monitoring the fridge while Ashveil slept.
eventually there would be movement -- not a whole lot, but the sound of something shuffling within the ice box proceeded by the door being pushed open and Ashveil dragging himself up like a corpse out of the grave to half-hang off the edge of it. he looked terrible; from mussed hair to scratches and bruises and littered his exposed face, this was perhaps the most undignified he'd ever let himself get in the presence of other's outside of Mr. N. though... in his defense, he was unaware someone else was in the office yet, and instead only groaned loudly as he closed his eyes. " food.... " it's the only word he's capable of dragging out from his throat, with his voice half-muffled by the way his face was pressed against the side of the fridge. clearly it was going to take more than rest to recover from this particular instance.
