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If anyone had asked what Yin was doing, he would not have admitted it. Alone in his room, no one around, and in front of a mirror, watching himself as he experimented.

He had a good reason. He had just showered after his (all) morning workout, thankfully not having classes until later, and his hair was still damp. But that was nothing important. No, trying to figure out how to get this scarf on perfectly was important. did he wear it with both sides hanging down in front? Behind him? One end on each side? Did he fold it in half and pull the ends through the loop? Did he just wrap it around his waist?

He was startled out of his fussing, some might even call it preening, by a knock on his door, a rare experience. It put him on edge, paranoia tinging his thoughts, until he heard her voice, unmistakable even if the ghoul had not called out her name. He moved to the door quickly, opening it with a welcoming smile. "Greetings Miss Xiu-Ying. I am not currently busy, did you require anything of me?" His attention was being drawn down to the basket though...something smelled delicious.

His minipets agreed, as they began trying to stampede the door. Too many vasiel kittens and...he managed to reach down and snag Arthur before he got close. The others might pester her but the rabo...the rabo had sinister ways and way too much energy for his own good.

She had cooked? Yin's mouth was watering in anticipation, all the answer that he really needed. "Indeed I have not. Would you mind? I uh...I do not have many places to sit however." There was his bed of course (which naturally was made pristinely) and the floor, but...he knew she had a table and might expect him to have a table and chairs.

In fact...that was really all that was in his bed. The bed at the far end, training mats covering the floor, mirrors and shards of mirrors covering the walls. Still, he stood aside to let her come in, rather self-conscious of the meager offering he would have for her. "Um, or we could go outside..."

Really, there were far too many vaisel kittens. Ever since Fei had vanished (he had looked for him of course but had an idea of where he might have gone) there were far less following him out of the closet, for which Yin was grateful. As for the "cute fellow" "Art-hur," Yin all but growled. "I can just tie him up or put him in the closet for now though." As if to prove his superior escape artist skills the white rabo managed to wiggle free of his grip, landing on his feet and immediately trying to investigate the basket.

Oh...had she not meant for them to eat together? "Of course you do not have to eat with me," he said, sounding slightly distressed. But sitting on the floor was just fine by him. The vaisel kittens seemed to know better than to get in the way while he was eating.

"Oh um...yes I do. Normally just light exercises in here, training and such. And your room could have space if you desire it! I could assist you, you would just need to get rid of your table...and your couch...and probably several other things..." Yeah, probably would not be happening.

Well, Arthur was already revealing his true colors, but Miss Xiu-Ying seemed to be perfectly fine with his poor manners. She was always rather patient, and it certainly showed now. He watched as she just took it in stride, giving him some treats and just...generally befriending all of his minis. But then...she said it. She said those other trigger words, that one that had his face looking broken in a matter of minutes. "I should have told you and Miss Shu earlier," he said, trying to hold in his feels tears. It just...seemed like it did not really get better. He was trying to be strong, really trying, hands tugging at his scarf as he tried to, for once, talk about his darling without completely breaking down. "Princess Eva...is no longer with us..."

Was that a single tear beginning to trickle down his cheek?

Nothing in his room was nice enough to worry about getting dirty. Really.

Yin looked up at her, eyes watering slightly. So manly. "It...it is okay..." His voice was cracking under the strain. The feel of her reaching out and grabbing her own hand to squeeze it and grabbing his hand was startling, but helped to draw him back to the present.

But she let go quickly enough, nothing to bother him too much. The handkerchief...it was a nice gesture, but..."I could not dirty your things Miss Xiu-Ying." He indulged in a sniffle. "I...she...a hunter killed her." It was a bitter acknowledgement, but maybe if he talked a bit about it, spoke to others, eventually the harsh edge of his grief would be taken away. "I am so, so sorry that i did not inform you earlier Miss Xiu-Ying. I should have done so before now..."

Arthur just decided to bat at the ghoul's skirt.

If...if it made her feel better? Trembling he took the handkerchief from her, though he barely dabbed at his eyes with it, trying not to get it too dirty. He was entirely self-conscious, again, but it was just...so difficult to keep his emotions about the rabo under lock and key.

No, Arthur had not become the King as Eva had become the Princess. He was more of a pestilence than a creature actually wanted. But he was supposed to help, and he was a gift, and Yin could not or would not deny him. He was what he was.

Yin was incredibly grateful for the distraction. It gave him something to focus on and he jumped at the prospect. "Ah! Yes, indeed. If you do not mind." He waited to see if she would get the food out, not wanting to intrude though not expecting her to serve him either. Fright Night, there was a topic he could latch on to."My booth? It went...fine? It was not as busy as some but those that came by mostly seemed to enjoy it. Did you have a pleasant event?"

Yin stared at the blanket, watching as she sat on it before doing the same. He had lost a bit of his appetite, but it was Miss Xiu-Ying's cooking. Even a person dying from gluttony would try to force some of it down.

He took the items, trying not to grimace at the fork. He sipped at the tea gently, enjoying the flavor of it, nothing too strongly floral for him and smiled approvingly. Just...trying to be happy. When her attention was elsewhere he shifted his hand down to a more humanoid one, picking up the fork still with some distaste, some awkwardness, but managing to hold it, even if it was not exactly proper. "Delicious," he murmured as he tried the first cube of meat.

She was talking about the booths, which was all well and good, it sounded like she had had a lot of fun really. Then she grimaced, setting him on edge. What had happened to her. He automatically began to assume the worst. "Unpleasant incident? What happened Miss Xiu-Ying? Who was not polite?"

Yin flushed a bit in embarrassment, but he was glad enough when she took the fork. "I should probably learn," he murmured, though he certainly made no movement to get the utensil back. He picked up the next piece delicately with his claws after shifting his hands back, popping in the chunk and decimating it with his teeth, watching her curiously.

She seemed hesitant, and started off her story a bit oddly, about being careless. A booth that provided services? Such as? She seemed distressed and he found himself leaning forward a bit in concern. "A...kissing booth?..." Wait, had he heard about...yes. Yes he had heard about it. "Were you kissed against your will Miss Xiu-Ying?!"