[Once Xiaolang gets the hot chocolate and snacks squared away, he settles onto a chair adjacent to Sakura's, hands wrapped around his own mug-- not that he makes any move to sip at his drink at the moment. The look on her face, worried and despondent, had killed any sort of appetite he may have had, the expression like a knife burrowing into his heart. He does his best to school his features into a calm mask, not wanting to concern her more with making him upset, but there are cracks there; his eyes are soft with worry as he watches her, and his lips tighten as the second pass.
Like Fai, he was there to support her, to listen to her get whatever was eating at her off of her chest. Of course, he had more of an investment in this, too-- given how much their memories matched up, whatever this entailed may be something he remembered down the line. So he'll also remain quiet, and let her speak as well, although he can't help but interject a little, at that last bit--]
There was a test for you to be their new owner...?
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Like Fai, he was there to support her, to listen to her get whatever was eating at her off of her chest. Of course, he had more of an investment in this, too-- given how much their memories matched up, whatever this entailed may be something he remembered down the line. So he'll also remain quiet, and let her speak as well, although he can't help but interject a little, at that last bit--]
There was a test for you to be their new owner...?