With a sigh, he muttered, "Robots, huh?" Then he watched A-Yao go, despite the protests that he was ready to offer.

There'd be time to figure out lodging later, he supposed, after he figured out hot water and eased some of the aches out of his bruises. That and it wasn't like A-Yao didn't know exactly how to arrange everything for Mingjue in the first place, despite the hat business and everything else.

Pants off, Mingjue finally relaxed into the tub. It'd been a strange fucking day.

~Fin~