( It could have been community clown theatre, but as it is, the theatre call was over a few days ago. Curtains, as it were.
Point being, Inigo scoots himself in and Jingyi just blinks, closing the door automatically and following after. Less to follow, more because he managed to stand, and that's his bed, and he'd like to sit on it again. He flops down, scoots himself back on the narrow frame (he needs to never stop complaining, train, this is ridiculous) and pulls his legs up after him, curling his tail primly across his lap, so no one has to deal with the fact boxes are not skin tight, and sitting cross legged is not, well, modest. Unless you have a tail. Then it is, so there.
Jingyi for his part is trying to figure out what set Inigo off, and it seems to start with... publicity? Which fairly, is what his sect leader was telling him, and is eventually what Dennis was annoyed by, but good. They can all be annoyed together. )
I know. Is that the problem?
( If it's a lecture on manners, then yeah, he knows he deserves it. So here he is, still blinking up at Inigo, wondering if that's it (he thinks maybe not, he thinks maybe yes, he thinks: I am going to make Dennis lose so bad at arm wrestling) or not. )
Or a problem.
( If he opens the door wide for criticisms, is that going to help? Not like there's anything he can't take, except for people slighting his clan, his elders, his best friend, or—okay, so he's not great at holding his tongue. He can, at least, own up to his own mistakes, ergo the waiting. )
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Point being, Inigo scoots himself in and Jingyi just blinks, closing the door automatically and following after. Less to follow, more because he managed to stand, and that's his bed, and he'd like to sit on it again. He flops down, scoots himself back on the narrow frame (he needs to never stop complaining, train, this is ridiculous) and pulls his legs up after him, curling his tail primly across his lap, so no one has to deal with the fact boxes are not skin tight, and sitting cross legged is not, well, modest. Unless you have a tail. Then it is, so there.
Jingyi for his part is trying to figure out what set Inigo off, and it seems to start with... publicity? Which fairly, is what his sect leader was telling him, and is eventually what Dennis was annoyed by, but good. They can all be annoyed together. )
I know. Is that the problem?
( If it's a lecture on manners, then yeah, he knows he deserves it. So here he is, still blinking up at Inigo, wondering if that's it (he thinks maybe not, he thinks maybe yes, he thinks: I am going to make Dennis lose so bad at arm wrestling) or not. )
Or a problem.
( If he opens the door wide for criticisms, is that going to help? Not like there's anything he can't take, except for people slighting his clan, his elders, his best friend, or—okay, so he's not great at holding his tongue. He can, at least, own up to his own mistakes, ergo the waiting. )
You can lay the rest out.