@pyronados : ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ( feeding yaksha is a xiangling speciality! no, it's not, but she's gonna try )
↳ loud & deafening silence / accepting .
❝ ah — thank you . though i should warn you : due to
my size , i need to eat more than the average ... ❞
𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 , for qiáng watches the young woman turn her back & head back into the cooking area . interesting , they suppose , the exuberance of modern youth . [ how infectious it was among mortal kind . ] sitting cross - legged on the ground , bereft of armor in lieu of simplicity , amber - orange eye moves slowly about — finding curiosity sparking in regards to the actual restaurant itself . no one was present save for them , & the aroma of food made their nose twitch / ears move & regard the general direction the smells come from . they were patient , busying themselves with a lock of black hair ‘round their right index finger , as left hand flips through a book . [ of course , they will close & put it away when their meal was prepared & brought out to them . ] head lifts just as he heard xiangling’s voice ring loud , & tome was promptly closed / placed beneath the table as a few dishes were placed before them .
❝ you listened — ❞ quickly bosacius closes their mouth , always one to ramble when they were beginning to feel shy . even a simple gesture like this : being fed , was uncommon towards the yaksha . & how they spoke shows years of inexperience mingling with mortals — in fact , they were endeavoring to appear less ... intimidating : even though their size does not help . still , they could not help but offer her a faint smile absent of its fangs & hostility , & they reach for the pair of chopsticks laid neatly before them .
❝ ... thank you , ❞ they say softly — digging in a second after .