He glances at some of his doodles as he goes past the desk again. Note to self, next time you get transported to another world make sure you spend the preceding several days running around and climbing random buildings you’re not supposed to, and not sort of partially behaving yourself at music camp, maybe that will help!
- Well. He’s not going to get anywhere by complaining inside his head, is he.
(There isn’t any question that he’s going to stay in the room and quiet. (Maybe some doms who’ve ever met him would have their doubts, but some doms just really really think that subs obeying whatever rules they came up with is literally the most important thing in the universe.) It would sure be nice for him if he got to help out local Jiang sect by taking a beating or something (he’s great at that!) but sometimes life isn’t nice like that!
Unfortunately, among magic he has not invented, there would be ‘fast forward things because you already know what’s going to happen.’ So instead he still has to be here the entire time.)
He goes over to the door again, checks the dissipating part. Recalculates. Right. That’s how much time he’s got left, and after that probably other Jiang Cheng will show up again. …If not he is going to replan when that happens.
(He feels like there is something running under his skin.)
He paces back and forth across the room again. He jumps back and forth across the room on one foot (just the one, not the other one). He does some (quiet) physical exercises. He bites down really hard on one of his fingers.
He considers if this might be a good time to look into other him’s porn collection - or same thing minus the porn collection - but he is not actually in mood and also other Jiang Cheng keeps walking in on him and he has read enough intercultural contact to remember that sex things is one of those places you really need to check the rules first if you don’t want all sorts of new and not usually exciting problems.
He does some more physical exercises. He picks a random object in the room he can throw and some random locations he can aim for and tries to get the one into the other.
He tries writing about his world’s power use because other Jiang Cheng is probably going to want to see it when he comes back. Very nonsurprisingly this doesn’t go very well. He gets some notes down but no part of anything even slightly resembling a Proper Report.
He crumples up a piece of paper and throws it across the room. He goes after it.
(It’s very tempting on some level to just - do something to the door enough to set off the whatever it was, and hope it was something like shocking him and not something like paralyzing him or else that other Jiang Cheng showed up to actually thrash him this time. He’s not going to do that though. He’s going to try not to do that.)
He does some more exercises. He bites down hard on his finger again. He eats some more fruit. He makes a paper airplane and tries to toss it around the room.