Xie is used to instructions that don't come with a veneer of politeness, but he doesn't accept them from anyone but Yifu. Wouldn't, if they weren't currently on the run, he'd push against the impulse to obey his witch just to be contrary.
It's not impossible for a familiar to disobey, the bond isn't some kind of geas, it just takes a little stubbornness, a little force of will. Xie has plenty of both.
Right now, though, he understands that they're in a precarious situation, that they have to make a plan - he hopes to hell that Kevin already has one - so while he grumbles a peevish "Would it kill you to say please?" He still fishes out the phone and passes it over.
He has questions, he has so many questions, but right now he's only thinking about how quickly he can grab things, what his most important valuables are and the quickest route around his apartment to get them. He can't risk them still being there when Yifu is ready to come after them.
So instead of asking he just stares sullenly out the window, giving the directions in terse, clipped sentences when they're needed.
It's not until they're two blocks away that he realises he doesn't even have his keys. He's going to have to break into his own apartment. He bites down the urge to laugh at how stupid this day has become.
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Date: 2023-10-15 03:56 pm (UTC)Xie is used to instructions that don't come with a veneer of politeness, but he doesn't accept them from anyone but Yifu. Wouldn't, if they weren't currently on the run, he'd push against the impulse to obey his witch just to be contrary.
It's not impossible for a familiar to disobey, the bond isn't some kind of geas, it just takes a little stubbornness, a little force of will. Xie has plenty of both.
Right now, though, he understands that they're in a precarious situation, that they have to make a plan - he hopes to hell that Kevin already has one - so while he grumbles a peevish "Would it kill you to say please?" He still fishes out the phone and passes it over.
He has questions, he has so many questions, but right now he's only thinking about how quickly he can grab things, what his most important valuables are and the quickest route around his apartment to get them. He can't risk them still being there when Yifu is ready to come after them.
So instead of asking he just stares sullenly out the window, giving the directions in terse, clipped sentences when they're needed.
It's not until they're two blocks away that he realises he doesn't even have his keys. He's going to have to break into his own apartment. He bites down the urge to laugh at how stupid this day has become.