[As Xiao Xingchen prepares to get out of bed and not waste the day just as he says, he starts by pulling off the body cage, leaving pink marks underneath. He tries to not think about why he feels so terribly empty already, even as he can look between his legs and see the same results of their fucking—it's more come and slick than he's ever seen at once before.

Turning away to look through Xue Yang's clothes, he doesn't find anything he can use right now... Xiao Xingchen isn't sure if he should be grateful that Xue Yang isn't constantly going about naked. (Yet.) He half-considers transforming back into his usual body—after all, if he is going to keep up this act around Xue Yang, he might be in this body so often he forgets which one is the one he spent all of his life until now with. Perhaps he can at least have his second body traveling around to make sure that doesn't happen.

He takes slow, steady steps, to ensure he doesn't give the appearance of limping. Once in the kitchen, he finds the apron he often used - still in the same spot as always - and swiftly puts it on. Though he doubts even a bit of hot oil popping onto his skin would make much difference. The apron does little to cover the many hickeys and pink impressions left by the body cage, and less so when he ties his hair up into a bun.]

Well... what would you like to eat? Wait—first of all, have you picked up anything to cook with since I was last here?