[Club Gambit] Given to familiar ways

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Originally found in <a href='http://159.65.241.122/index.php?showtopic=6820' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>[Club Gambit] So The Devil Will Know Who Sent You</a>.

<s>UmohmyGodwhatamIdoinghereackhelpumplease</s> Wong Ha Jung

It was an accident, it really was. It wasn't like he had meant to walk into the club but from the outside it looked pretty innocuous at first and he had been curious so he had gone in anyways to take a look. But it had really only taken Wong Ha Jung about two seconds to realize that oh actually he didn't really want to be there so he was going to leave, he really was, but then there were these women at the hostess stand who wearing, um, um. Um. Yes.

So he had been pretty embarrassed and he tried to leave, he really did, but then they started talking to him which meant that it would be rude if he just took off on his own without speaking to them so he did that. And one thing kind of led to another and he couldn't really remember exactly how they had gotten to that point but the next thing he knew, he was sitting at a table and he really didn't know why.

But um, no. It wasn't so bad. Kind of. Nope. Yes. Um. What? Thinking was not working so well at that point for him because besides the overwhelming embarrassment and terror, there just wasn't a coherent thought in his mind. Actually, there was really strong urge to just hide under the table but that wouldn't be really proper so he didn't really want to do that. Except he kind of did and oh dear God there was the nauseousness and chest pains coming back up so he was actually having the beginnings of a panic attack why-

He tried not to look or listen or do anything having to do with the dancer on the stage because he was just feeling mortified right then and because, well, Wong Ha Jung was kind of a prude but he was also pretty definitely bi and okay so he could look at women and men and sometimes have thoughts but it was more of women with him than men but he had also kind of unofficially sworn off of everything in general having to do with that maybe. And because of how the island worked that probably was a student of the Academy up there and the counselor really honestly didn't want to know what some people did in their free time and he wouldn't start having ideas about students because he was on staff and that was inappropriate and he just wouldn't because he couldn't get over the equality gap on that one and didn't want to -so really actually hiding under the table was a great idea!

It was really too bad, actually. He should have just gone ahead and done it back when he still had mental processes going besides those of sheer terror. At the moment, that action was sort of beyond him and his chest did hurt terribly from the pains and palpitations going on. He just hoped nobody would talk to him. Or notice him. Or anything actually.
 
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It was ‘Animal Day’ for the servers at Club Gambit, which meant cute little animal ears and fluffy tails abound. A lot of the women opted for the classic ‘cat girl’ look or other cutesy animals while the guys usually leaned toward wilder animals like wolves and…more wolves. A lot of the guys were into the wolf thing for some reason.

Bunny, unsurprisingly was…a bunny! And she was quite the bunny: She had on her classic bunny ears, her long pink hair pulled into two cute fluffy ponytails, and her body was clad in nothing but a little white furry bikini. Needless to say she was pretty popular that night. For the time being, however, she was temporarily working the bar and thus unavailable to sit and chat with clients.

Yura was also at the bar, sipping a glass of water as she watched a performance from a new performer she had recently hired--a male burlesque dancer.

“I’m still not sure how I feel about this routine…should I really allow burlesque performances?” Yura murmured. She wanted her club to be ‘sexy’, but a classy sexy. Was this ‘too much’?

“You’re just not feeling it because he’s a boy,” Bunny said with a giggle as she mixed a fruity drink. “If that were a girl up there, you’d be thrilled.”

Yura let out a sigh because she knew Bunny was right. There would be no questioning if there were a woman up there. Besides, this guy was starting to draw attention to the club--male burlesque performances were pretty uncommon and the concept had a lot of people curious. One look around her club showed that he had an audience—and anyone who didn’t really want to watch a guy strip down could easily enjoy the company of the female servers instead. The balance of male and females was a good choice—even if Yura originally just wanted her club filled with beautiful women.

Soon one of the servers came over to switch shifts with Bunny, meaning she was back to waiting tables. She came around the bar and quickly hugged Yura from behind.

“Oh Yura, I know you wanted to make a big ol’ lady harem all for yourself,” she said, as if reading the other’s mind, “but the way the club is now is perfect!”

“Yeah yeah,” Yura murmured nonchalantly, patting Bunny on the head. “Go wait some tables. Someone was just seated at table 9.”
With a nod, Bunny let go and hopped off to grab a menu and give whoever was at table 9 a big enthusiastic welcome.

“Welcome to Club Gambit! I’ll be your server, Bu-“

Or at least that was the plan until she got there and froze. Was that Wong? That was Wong. Why was Wong in Club Gambit?! Wong was the LAST person she’d expect to see in the club!

“…nny. Ahaha…Wong! Hello…” she said with a big, embarrassed grin. No, seriously, why?! There was just something so terribly awkward about seeing someone she knew at the club that wasn’t aware that she worked there. And of all outfits she could have been wearing, she was in the fur bikini…!

“Fancy seeing you here, ahahaha!” Bunny tried to keep the tone light, but she could not stop with that damn awkward laugh. Somehow this seemed more awkward then usually—maybe because Wong knew her as Lydia AND Bunny? Somehow that made her more nervous than if he only knew her as one identity…
 
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<s>IamsososorryIwillneverleavehomeagainGodhelpme</s> Wong Ha Jung

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Did it count as making a scene if he was half hiding under the table and visibly hyperventilating? Maybe it did maybe it didn't, thinking kind of hurt and his head was already spinning from the fact that there was no escape. At least in his mind. Because if he wanted to leave then he'd have to get up and people would see him being this nervous wreck and that would make him even more embarrassed and then he probably do something even more stupid so nope, nope, nope, nope! He was just going to stay right where he was, curl up into a maybe kind of partially metaphorical ball, and just die of embarrassment. Or faint. Fainting would be okay, too, actually.

Normally, the counselor hated to be seen having a panic attack in public but at that particular moment he just didn't care anymore. It was too warm and too loud and there were too many people and it felt like he was shaking and sweating so much that Wong Ha Jung couldn't understand how it was that more people weren't looking in his direction. Not that he could have noticed that anyways if they were. Nope, nope, nope. He didn't want to see or hear or anything so he just squeezed his eyes shut and huddled against the side of the seat and pretended that he couldn't hear at all. Which, okay, wasn't that hard because he was choosing to focus on the fact that the pain in his chest and the nausea together were effectively muting everything.

But no, fine, whatever, that was good. Okay not really. But Wong Ha Jung kind of thought that if anybody were to actually talk to him, he was going to be really sick or burst into tears and both of those were just really terrible and embarrassing and Oh God just no.

And Vermillion Summer had gone and broken a while back so that was really not that great but apparently having a really bad panic attack took priority over the normal symptoms of Black Winter so, so -wonderful! Instead of actually being extremely ill, now he just felt like he was. Maybe, probably, actually, he just wasn't noticing the effects too much because of everything and it was going to come back and give him this awful amount of hurt later when he snapped out of it later.

At least with regular black hair, people would have less reasons to look at him or something. I don't know, I don't want to be here, can I leave now?

And then and then and then... Wong Ha Jung thought that he heard a familiar voice but he really hoped not because the urge to cry was beating out the urge to be sick and at least he could pass off being sick as something physical instead of emotional. But then he heard the server finish introducing herself and before he could think much more besides Bunny? That sounds familiar, oh no, then he heard his name. He should have hid under the table, he should have hid under the table. Why didn't he just hide under the table?

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. Pink hair -okay no need to look any further I don't care if that's really hypocritical of me or anything um- that was definitely Bunny. Oh my God, God help me. Somebody was actually talking to him. Somebody he actually knew was talking to him. Somebody he actually knew was talking to him in this place that he didn't want to be in and where he had collapsed into this utter wreck.

Utterly speechless, the counselor stared at her with wide eyes. He felt like that he needed to say something to her and opened his mouth to try doing just that. But he had another mental meltdown so all he got from his brain was white noise. It took him a few moments to notice Bunny's clothing. Or lack of. Both. Something. His vision suddenly started to shift in and out of blurs, as if he hadn't been wearing contacts.

Wong Ha Jung looked the woman up and down in panic, everything going from uncomfortably warm to just boiling. It had already been embarrassing for him to be around the women at the hostess stand that he hadn't known. When confronted with one that he did... His first reaction was to look away. And the second was to look back because of sheer confusion in the way of Wait, is this actually happening -no, no, no, no.

"Um, I-" He choked on the words as his heart palpitations took a nasty spike in speed. The tears built up in the corners of his eyes as he scrambled to find something that made sense, some kind of explanation that wasn't completely pathetic.

"Um, um, um. I am so sorry." And then to his shame and horror, he began to cry. There wasn't any stopping it, it just all came out with a lot of incoherent mumbling and hiccuping in between messy sobs. "I am so, so, so sorry." Profuse apologies were really all he could manage to get out in one piece.
 
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One look at Wong and Bunny knew that he was really not okay. How did he even end up here? She knew this was not the kind of place he would want to be. Maybe he wandered in by accident and felt too awkward to leave? Certainly wouldn’t be the first time that happened to someone—but usually she could turn those situations around and make the experience fun for the other person pretty easily.

She realized it wasn’t going to be so easy with Wong when he suddenly burst into tears.

“Oh…oh dear…” Bunny said as Wong suddenly started apologizing to her as if he had done something horribly wrong. Wong was in a total panic, but she couldn’t let herself do the same. She had to help! There was no way she could just leave him there in that state, so she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him from the table.

“Come with me!” she said to him as she quickly rushed him through the club.

Bunny quickly brought Wong into the servers’ dressing room, which luckily was empty. She led him to a chair to sit down and let out a small sigh of relief.

“Alright, we’re out of the crowd and away from everyone—that’s better, right?” she asking him, giving him a small reassuring smile.

“Do you need anything?” she asked, leaning over to get eye level with him. “Water? Something cold to put on your forehead?”

Then she glanced down briefly and realized just how much cleavage was right in front of Wong’s face—which was probably not helping matters. Woops.

“…Do you need me to put on a shirt?” she said as she bolted up with an awkward laugh. “Let me go put something on…”

She hurried over to a rack of various clothes and costumes, and pulled on a lab coat that she typically wore for Sexy Nurses and Doctors Day. But today, she would use it to un-sexy herself a little as she buttoned the coat up completely.

“Alright, well, looks like I’m Doctor Bunny~” she said as she went back over to Wong and knelt in front of him. She gently placed one of her hands on his.

“You’ll be okay, hun. Just try to take some deep breaths…”
 
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<s>JustignoretheidiothidinginthecornerIamsososorry</s> Wong Ha Jung

For the life of him, he just could not shut up as Bunny led him out of the main part of the club. Though the tears, most of the building went by in a blur of shadow and color that he probably wouldn't be able to recall later. For the time, his panicked mind had fixated on an awful cycle of apology and was running through it so quickly that the words weren't even registering anymore. If the man had stopped to listen to himself for a moment -very, very carefully- he would have realized that he was smashing together a terrible mess of all of the languages he knew, to the point where the Chinese parts no longer sounded like Chinese.

It was such a relief to get out of that public place that the feeling slammed into him with an almost physical force that left him dizzy. Collapsing into the chair that Bunny brought him to, Wong Ha Jung folded over himself, holding his stomach. There was the vague thought that he should thank her for doing that, but he honestly wasn't capable of it at the time. I think I'm going to be sick. It was a surprisingly calm thought, even though the pain spiking through his body hurt pretty bad. He gulped a few breaths to try and get the nausea out of the way, and thought it was working until he looked back up to try and answer Bunny's question.

Wong Ha Jung stared for a moment. At her chest. Because it was kind of hard not to when it was right there in his face. There was a feverish thought starting to worm its way into his brain, loudly screaming something along the lines that Bunny was a nice, pretty -beautiful actually okay she actually was but he was kind of a loser so was it weird that he was starting to think that?- woman. So he should stop doing these stupid things in front of her, like staring in glassy eyed terror, because it wasn't right. But that was a very well reasoned, complex thought. Naturally, it didn't entirely get through.

Opening his mouth to try to answer anyways, he choked as the nausea reared its ugly head again. Kill me. It was almost meant sincerely but saying it out loud would probably be worrying so Wong Ha Jung just folded over himself again, hands pressed griping his kneecaps tightly. When Bunny asked if she should get a shirt, the man bobbed his head a little in a doll like way, still looking down into his lap and wondering when it was that he stopped being able to feel his legs.

He jerked in surprise as Bunny's hand fell on top of his before shrinking back. He didn't shake it off, though, because that would be rude and he didn't really want to anyways. She had a coat on now, so that good, too. Now he could stop panicking about one thing. All of the things. He was away from all of that now, right? He could go and calm down then. Theoretically. Deep breaths, that's a good idea I should keep doing that yes. He shuddered.

"T-thank you," the man managed to wheeze in coherent English after a while. "I'm sorry, I r-really- ack." He cut himself off because firstly, it was idiotic to keep repeating himself like that and secondly, the urge to be ill was rising up a little. After taking a few more breaths to steady himself, he continued in a strained voice. "Water might be good. I-I think I have some pills with me." He'd been laying off them for a while but after that episode during the festival, he had taken to carrying a few around just in case. Fortunately, although he didn't feel really fortunate right then.
 
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With a nod, Bunny went over to fill up a cup of water from the water cooler kept in the dressing room. Gosh, poor Wong—she felt really bad for him. She wondered if he’d recover more easily if she were ‘Lydia’ instead of ‘Bunny’—but it’s not like she could just change in the club. It would cause too much confusion for ‘Bunny’ to just disappear, and for Wong to learn that Lydia and Bunny were one in the same would just…probably make things a whole lot worse. So, she would have to make do as Bunny.

In a furry bikini no less she thought to herself with a sigh. But, she would just have to do her best to help calm Wong down.

Bunny put a sweet smile back on her face as she brought the cup of water over to Wong and handed it to him.

“Here you go. You just stay in here as long as you need to! And when you’re feeling better, I can sneak you out a back way so you don’t have to go through the crowd again, alright?” she said, gesturing to a door which led to backstage, which in turn would lead to an exit behind the building.

It seemed as if on cue that, as soon as Bunny mentioned the back way, the door suddenly slammed open. Bunny nearly jumped out of her skin as she whirled around. Standing in the doorway was a very tall woman with an intimidating look on her face. She wore a silky black dress, with a large animal pelt wrapped around her waist.

“J-Jin! Was that really necessary?” Bunny said with a sigh of relief when she realized who it was. Though it wasn’t a complete relief…Jin wasn’t exactly the ideal person to be around while she was trying to calm Wong down.

“Sorry, Bun-Bun,” Jin said, her expression immediately lightening up as she closed the door behind her. Right away, Jin’s curiosity prompted her to approach Bunny and glance over her at Wong.

“Ahaha…what brings you here, Jin?” Bunny asked, trying to keep the mood light while Wong was still trying to calm himself down--but Jin was basically staring the guy down and it was NOT helping. Even when she tried to block Jin’s view of Wong a little, Jin would just shift to continue staring at Wong.

“I’m going to get into Yura’s pants—what else?” Jin replied before gesturing to Wong. “Who’s the pink-haired guy? You guys have matching hair. Is he your boyfriend?”

Bunny let out a nervous laugh. “What? I uh um…we are friends…” Her cheeks started to flush nearly as bright as her hair. She glanced over at Wong and mouthed a quick little ‘sorry’. As she briefly turned away, Jin suddenly wrapped her arms around Bunny’s shoulders and basically draped herself on top of the slightly shorter girl to get a better look at Wong. Jin peered at him as if deep in thought.

“Well, you should consider it. Or at least consider sex,” Jin said with a sage nod—as if she had just said something really important and profound. Bunny, of course, only felt embarrassment and buried her burning red cheeks into her hands.

“Jin, stoooop—you’re so embarrassing…” Bunny whimpered.

“I love watching you get all flustered,” Jin said in a sultry voice as she tilted her head and suddenly gave Bunny’s ear a little bite. Jin laughed as Bunny let out a yelp and she finally let the pink-haired girl out of her grasp.

“Anyway, I’m going to go find Yura. Later babe,” Jin said with a wave of her hand before she headed out into the club.

Bunny let out a huge sigh of relief as Jin left, before turning around to Wong. Poor Wong—she brought him into the dressing room to get him away from people, only to have someone like Jin barge in and make everything even more awkward.

“Um, that was one of the owner’s friends. She is…interesting…” Bunny squeaked out. God she could only hope Jin wouldn’t come back in to ‘inspect’ Wong some more. At least the Selkie usually had a fairly short attention span…

“Um, yeah, I’m sorry about her…is there anything else I can do to help you feel better?”
 
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<s>Ifeellikethisisbecomingatrendforussorry</s> Wong Ha Jung

As Bunny turned her back, any resistance that Wong Ha Jung had promptly crumbled and he lurched to the side to empty the contents of his stomach into a nearby potted plant. Choking on his attempts to keep it all down, he began to make jerking, soft sounding coughs that only got worse when he didn’t have anything left to get rid of. Oh my God I think I hate myself today.

He just had to go ahead and do it, huh? At least it wasn’t in public at least wasn’t in public. But it was in front of somebody he knew and she was right there and he really hated himself because it seemed like he making awkwardness a trend for them. For Lydia, too, he added uncomfortably, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he felt that way. It was supposed to be just straight up embarrassment and self loathing.

It was becoming pretty evident, too, that the effects of Black Winter were starting to get through because there was a funny feeling going through his body. It was like a current of electricity had been shot through him, and it was starting to really hurt, especially in his hands. Taking a few more choking breaths, Wong Ha Jung tried to at least forcibly get his powers working again, before things got to the point where somebody would be forced to call an ambulance for him. I should have just stayed in bed today...

He fumbled for his pills as Bunny handed him the cup, with a thanks so quiet that she might not have even heard it. Both of the items shook in his hands, from the pain rather than the anxiety this time. At least both were starting to fade just a bit now. Anxiety or powers? He thought that he should concentrate about worrying about his powers first. The anxiety would probably swallow him back up until the medication started working anyways.

Looking in the direction that Bunny pointed in, Wong Ha Jung felt the pills go down the wrong way as the door slammed open suddenly. Coughing, he gulped down the rest of the water. Almost immediately, he wished that he had more of it because this new, very tall woman kept looking at him. Even when Bunny blocked her –and thank God for her, because the counselor couldn’t deal with it all right then- she’d just move and still be staring right at him. The question about him and Bunny being together wasn't even enough to shake his unease. But the suggestion of sex did cause his mind to slam shut, because he was already having a panic attack over something like that and also because he kind of liked Bunny but he also didn't want to be a creep. And then there was the fact that like might have had something to do with the fact that she reminded him of Ly-

Ack, what's thinking? What was thinking? What was thinking? What was thinking?

Nope, nope, nope. Wong Ha Jung was giving up on thinking today. It wasn't working out really well. He just nodded dumbly at whatever Bunny was saying because if he thought too much about things, they'd only distress him into stupidity. It took him a moment to realize that she had asked him a question.

"Um. I kind of..." Pink faced, he looked to the side and pointed vaguely in the opposite direction, towards the plant. "S-sorry. Um, I think I should probably be okay." He laughed nervously. "I'm really sorry. You've been so nice and maybe I should just go and stop causing you problems."
 
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“Oh honey no…” Bunny said with a pout as she leaned over and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “You’re not causing me problems. Actually it’s kind of nice seeing you again—even if the circumstances are a bit weird,” she said with a sheepish grin as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Normally she would, you know, ease someone into her occupation if she felt comfortable enough to tell them. Poor Wong dove in head first instead.

That thing Jin said earlier suddenly popped into her head and she felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks. Yeah, she did like seeing Wong…she liked seeing him at school as Lydia, and she liked seeing him as Bunny--even if he was a mess both times. Date Wong? Ha, certainly not as Bunny! He wouldn’t date a girl like Bunny, right? How would he feel about dating a girl who wore skimpy little outfits to entertain men on a regular basis?

Lydia, on the other hand, might be more his speed…

Then Jin suddenly poked her head back into the dressing room. Oh no now what…? “Yura wanted me to ask: Aren’t you supposed to be doing your set with Marie soon? And aren’t you supposed to be in a completely different costume right about now?”

Bunny stared at Jin for a moment, and then looked over at the clock on the wall. Fffffffffffffff…. “O-oh no…I do have a set…”

Crap, what could she do? She wanted to make sure Wong was okay, but she couldn’t completely shirk her responsibilities either. It was bad enough that she neglected her waitressing duties, which surely by now Yura was working to make up for. Also, no one knew the set except for her and Marie, so it wasn’t like she could ask for a stand-in…

If she could just find someone who she could trust to help Wong out a bit while she was on stage…she did NOT trust Jin, and Yura would most certainly be too busy…

Then, like a godsend, one of the waiters slipped past Jin as she left into the dressing room. She had never been so happy to see <a href='http://i1049.photobucket.com/albums/s396/Ashbrie/5092-1622446501_zps785ee02f.jpg' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Yamato</a>—one of the few workers in the club that she actually got along with! He was a bit of a gossip, but otherwise a really sweet guy who she felt she could trust. She quickly went over and grabbed his hands.

“Yamato! Can I ask a huge favor?”

“Ha?” The fox boy’s ears twitched as he tilted his head curiously. Unlike all the other animal ears in the club, his were the real deal.

Bunny dragged him closer to Wong. “This is my friend Wong. He, ah…he came to visit me but suddenly felt ill.” Bunny figured that would be less embarrassing for Wong than he came in by accident and freaked out because half-naked people everywhere! “Can you just look after him while I do my set really quick with Marie?”

“Set? Oh, that gangster dom—“

“AHAHAHA yeah that one!!” Bunny laughed loudly, quickly cutting him off before Yamato could finish his sentence. And it just hit her right there that she really really really did not want Wong to see her in THAT outfit. If the furry bikini made him uncomfortable, then this outfit…oh she didn’t even want to imagine his reaction!

Yamato’s big fluffy tail swishes behind him as he considered for a moment. “Hai hai~ go do your thing and I’ll hang with him for a while.”

“Thank you!!” Bunny said with a sigh of relief, before turning to Wong.

“I’m sorry Wong—I promise this will be really quick and I’ll be right back, okay?” She knelt down in front of Wong and held his hands in hers. “You should just rest here for a bit. I don’t want you to leave too quickly and end up feeling bad outside—so wait for me, okay?” And with that, she got up and quickly made her way backstage—luckily her set costume was back there, so she didn’t have to get changed in the same room as Wong and potentially freak him out even more!

“Heh…kinda awkward, huh?” Yamato said, directing his attention to ‘the new guy’. “But Bun’s gotta job to do. Like she said, I’m Yamato—it’s nice to meet you Wong.”

Yamato’s ears suddenly perked up as an idea came to him: “Hey, what if I set up a chair for you backstage so you can watch Bunny’s performance? It’s a pretty cool set and maybe it will take your mind off of how you’re feeling for a bit!” Yamato’s offer would have been nice and all…if it wasn’t literally the last thing Bunny wanted him to do. Too bad she forgot to mention that to him.
 
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<s>Imjustastupidpersondoingstupidthingsokay</s> Wong Ha Jung

Becoming increasingly doll like as the minutes passed, the man simply sat there and watched as people kept moving in and out of his line of sight. It was tiring to keep feeling so mortified and afraid or everything. Not that those emotions had passed him over or anything but Wong Ha Jung felt so much like he was really losing mind that he had to try and force himself in a precarious place where he could at least pretend he was still sane. It wasn't the best place to be, but it was a better place than where he was coming in from.

So he didn't say anything to Bunny as she left, and really his only reaction to everything was to star at her with a glassy eyed expression while wishing that the pills would work faster. Seeing as they were fast acting tranquilizers, he would probably get his wish in maybe ten to twenty more minutes. Maybe less, depending. Was I supposed to not take these on an empty stomach? he wondered, suddenly remembering that he had just vomited everything he had eaten that day. Ahhhh... Too many things to remember. It was making him dizzy. Maybe he was just worrying over nothing.

"Um, hello," he answered the kitsune very meekly. "It's nice to meet you...too?" He concentrated on the man's ears, to give himself something to hold on mentally to. And hopefully not have another obvious panic attack. Because he was completely panicking right then. It was just. Quiet. Er.

"I-I'm fine with just staying here, really. I mean, if that's okay. I don't want to impose on you." Sitting there until his medication started working sounded like a good idea to him. But, oh, maybe that wasn't really what Yamato was asking. "If you want to go and watch, though, I'll be okay here. Really."
 
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