Mao was leaning against the doorframe, his head tilted in curiousity as his blue cat-like eyes watch you doing your business intently, his two tails slightly swishing behind him. He had been doing this quite often lately, watching you from afar. A small pout forms on his lips. Mao was aware that this was probably making him look like a creep or something, but that wasn't his intention. He just wanted to spend some time with you...or at least have a small conversation again like he sometimes had with you. But he never found the courage to approach you first. Not even now. There was aways that lingering fear in the back of his mind that you'd end up disliking him like all the other guards did. A quiet, almost sad 'Nya...' left his lips at the thought.