[He doesn't have to wait long before the door opens, so it's probably for the best that he wasn't trying to figure out how to look as cool as possible, especially since Cat is already squinting in his direction to confirm what he assumes. Yep, big with a ponytail, flowy clothes, and carrying shit. Probably raising a hand in a charming stupid little wave any moment now.
He draws back and rubs as his eye with the heel of his palm as if hoping that will help smooth out the look of annoyance he hadn't been able to rid himself of, and which had worsened as he tried (unsuccessfully) to make out Fang Duobing's face out of the smudges his vision still allowed. It probably just makes him look like he's cranky from being woken up. His eyes already have dusky bags beneath them that give him a look of tiredness that shouldn't be achieved by someone his age. With a sigh that becomes a breathy, forced chuckle, Cat pushes his hand up further to comb his fingers through his hair.]
There you are. [He leans forward, some life returning to him as he mimics a cat sniffing about to pinpoint its food sitting on someone else's plate. Has he brought the goods? It's too hard to tell if everything's there.
Oh, right.] Well, come on in, then! What're you waiting for?
[As if he hasn't been prevented from doing so. Cat moves out of the way and gestures for Fang Duobing to enter, his wave vague enough that it could be either at the kitchenette or the sparse pieces of furniture that make up both a living and dining space.]
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charmingstupid little wave any moment now.He draws back and rubs as his eye with the heel of his palm as if hoping that will help smooth out the look of annoyance he hadn't been able to rid himself of, and which had worsened as he tried (unsuccessfully) to make out Fang Duobing's face out of the smudges his vision still allowed. It probably just makes him look like he's cranky from being woken up. His eyes already have dusky bags beneath them that give him a look of tiredness that shouldn't be achieved by someone his age. With a sigh that becomes a breathy, forced chuckle, Cat pushes his hand up further to comb his fingers through his hair.]
There you are. [He leans forward, some life returning to him as he mimics a cat sniffing about to pinpoint its food sitting on someone else's plate. Has he brought the goods? It's too hard to tell if everything's there.
Oh, right.] Well, come on in, then! What're you waiting for?
[As if he hasn't been prevented from doing so. Cat moves out of the way and gestures for Fang Duobing to enter, his wave vague enough that it could be either at the kitchenette or the sparse pieces of furniture that make up both a living and dining space.]