Owner	Pose
Yaozu	The pair of days that he had spent out in the woods had turned out rather different than what he had originally expected. A tree spirit had led him through the wilderness to find a perfect campsite. The day after, the Scarlet Witch had paid him a visit and then taken him to Beijing, to visit his shifu. It was wonderful and it was amazing, nad he feels at peace in all ways. He woke early, and after having tea and a bit of flatbread for breakfast, he packed up his few belongings before making his way through the wilderness and to the train station. The train ride back had been uneventful and quiet, which was to his preference. A taxi took him from the train station back to the base, and after paying his fare, he gathered up his backpack to slip it over his shoulders and then head easily through the security check and through the base to the room he shares with Liansong. As promised, he had kept the pulse oximeter ring on the entire time. He'd kept his device on, for communication, and he'd been careful. Retrieving his key, he unlocked the door before opening and stepping inside. It's around noon, by this point, and he pauses just within the doorway to slip his feet from his shoes. Then he lowers his backpack to the floor, to let it lean against the wall.
Liansong	That pair of days had been anything but relaxing for him. He'd been up to his eyeballs in work, and monitoring Yaozu's vitals on top of his other work. That those vitals had remained good for the entirety of the man's absence had been reassuring, to say the least. That morning had been spent working, and after his shift, he'd come back here. He had intended to cook some lunch, but that... had fizzled along with his energy before he'd even gotten started. And so when the Chinaman comes into the suite, he's greeting by the soft, relatively speaking given both their hearing, sound of snoring. And Liansong's figure, feathers all black again, sprawled out on the couch, sound asleep.
Yaozu	The Chinaman has no way of really knowing for sure just what the results from the pulse oximeter will turn out to be. He can only hope that they will be good, given that there was a fair amount of physical activity done along the past couple of days. He closes the door quietly behind himself, then locks the door. It doesn't take long for his ears to pick up the soft sound of Liansong's snoring. He takes a moment to simply step just within the room so that he can do naught other than watch Liansong sleep for a moment. It's a peaceful sort of thing. Quietly, he steps over and into the kitchen area and, as quietly as possible, he fills the kettle and puts it on. He gets out a pair of mugs, and into one of them goes the silver needle tea that he's fond of, while he places a porcelain coffee filter holder atop of the other. A filter is placed into the holder, and then he measures out the proper amount of coffee to it. That tended as far as what he can do in the moment, he steps quietly over to an arm chair within the room in order to pick up the folded afghan there and carry it over to where Liansong is sleeping. There's a smile that quirks the corners of his lips, that gives a brighter light to his hazel eyes. Carefully, with consideration to the lay of his feathers so as to not cause them to be ruffled the wrong way, he covers him with the afghan.
Liansong	The sounds of another person in the room start the waking up process. The scent of coffee helps it along. The feel of the afghan coming to cover him is what really wakes Liansong. His actic blue eyes pop open and he blinks once, before focusing on Yaozu, still bending over him. "Oh. Hey, mate. How was the trip?" He sounds rather muzzy and not entirely there in the brain. Then again, he'd just woken up. He shifts to sit up, and lets the afghan fall from his form to pool on the couch next to him. "I smell you've been here awhile. Long enough to get coffee started, at least,". he say, beak clicking with an almost content sound.
Yaozu	One of Yaozu's eyebrows quirks up as his gaze flicks to Liansong's features, noticing those now-open blue eyes. "I...," he begins at first in Mandarin, then softly clears his throat before starting again, in English, "I am sorry, for waking you, Liansong." There's a warm smile that comes to his features, and he lets the afghan fall to pool next to Liansong when the avian moves to be sitting instead. "It was a very good trip. It had... unexpected things," he says, tilting his head faintly to one side as he watches Liansong with a rather unblinking sort of look. "I hope that I did not give you any cause for worry or concern while I was gone. I have only been here for a few minutes. Long enough to start the kettle and ready the cups. The kettle should not be long," he says, giving a small nod. "Would you like some lunch?" he asks.
Liansong	Liansong shakes his head. "Neh," he says. "My alarm was set to go off in ten minutes anyway, mate. Don't worry about it. Liansong tilts his head curiously at the words. "Unexpected good, or unexpeted bad?" He sounds as curious as he looks, and his feathers are fluffed out in a curious way, on his head, face and cheeks, and the back of his neck. It makes him look almost raptorial. Of course, he is an owl and quite predatory by nature... "I wouldn't say no to lunch. What did ya have in mind?" He fluffs out the rest of his feathers and shakes himself bodily, to release tension. "Coffee? I would dearly love a cup of coffee." He's probably hoping the hazelnut roast had been the one chosen for him.
Yaozu	"At least it was only ten minutes in advance," Yaozu says, giving a small nod to him. He tilts his head a little bit to one side, and there's a smile that quirks about the corners of his lips. "I would have to say unexpectedly good," he answers, sounding oddly pleased. He studies Liansong for a moment, noticing the fluff of his feathers, and his gaze returns to Liansong's blue eyes. "I will tell you all about it over lunch," Yaozu promises, giving a small nod. "There are parts of what I will tell you that can go no further than you, Ah'Song," he says softly, tilting his head a touch to one side. Lifting his left hand, Yaozu captures his braid from where it had been resting over his shoulder, and then he lightly flips it over so it rests at his back, a soft whisper of sound rising as the braid brushes over his silk robe. There's a smile that easily returns to his features as he gives a single nod. "The kettle needs to boil first, and then you will have your coffee. And I will have tea. I picked the hazelnut roast for you, from the ones that are in the cupboard. I hope you like that one," he says, raising an eyebrow just a touch. "I will check the kettle and see if it is ready," he adds. He takes a half step back before he turns to head for the kitchen and do just that. "As for lunch, I was thinking that I might cook a stir-fry for us. I have not checked the fridge yet to see what might be there and in need of being used, but it works well with a great many things," he says softly. He glances over towards Liansong, and then he turns his attention to the kettle, checking the water before picking up the kettle and pouring Liansong's cup first before his own. Then he sets the kettle to one of the back burners. Once the coffee has finished dribbling through the filter, he finishes fixing it the way that he knows Song prefers. And with the mug in hand, he returns to the living room in order to offer it. "Ah'Song, thank you for understanding, and for helping me with planning the trip. It has helped very much," Yaozu says in a warm tone, sincere and grateful.