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[ the door pops open!
there is bixing, leaning on the door and making the most pathetic expression you've ever seen, wiping his mouth. ]
Ugh... that was so gross...Run biometric scanner...
[ lu bixing's personal device beeps from his wrist.
Breaks in clavicle, left rib 2, left rib 3, right rib 4 have reduced to fracture. Floating rib right 6 has returned to original placement. Bruising imminent: please reduce physical activity, Engineer 001.
he glances down at the watch, rubs his mouth, and sniffs. pathetic. ] I guess it worked.
there is bixing, leaning on the door and making the most pathetic expression you've ever seen, wiping his mouth. ]
Ugh... that was so gross...Run biometric scanner...
[ lu bixing's personal device beeps from his wrist.
Breaks in clavicle, left rib 2, left rib 3, right rib 4 have reduced to fracture. Floating rib right 6 has returned to original placement. Bruising imminent: please reduce physical activity, Engineer 001.
he glances down at the watch, rubs his mouth, and sniffs. pathetic. ] I guess it worked.
Come here, what did you do to yourself this time?
[ or rather undo to yourself. lol. he glances at zhanlu, who has meandered over to wherever popcorn might be and has picked him up, already draping him over his shoulders after greeting the snake accordingly. now he is just comfortably posited by the door, staring only at this snake. he loves it. his snake now. ]
... Zhanlu. Tea. For the PM and myself. [ hesitation, like he has never said these words in his life— ] Thank you.
Of course, Sir.
[ zhanlu is taking popcorn bye! ]
[ or rather undo to yourself. lol. he glances at zhanlu, who has meandered over to wherever popcorn might be and has picked him up, already draping him over his shoulders after greeting the snake accordingly. now he is just comfortably posited by the door, staring only at this snake. he loves it. his snake now. ]
... Zhanlu. Tea. For the PM and myself. [ hesitation, like he has never said these words in his life— ] Thank you.
Of course, Sir.
[ zhanlu is taking popcorn bye! ]
[ he comes over, and there is like still some wincing in the way that he moves, a little bit of a shuffle, but it's markedly better. no more horrible crackling wheeze noise as he comes over and rubs his mouth again. ]
I got that when I came back from the alternate reality.. It had a use that was more violent, but it could also be used to heal someone of some of their injuries depending on who drank it, and what I wanted.
[ crawling over and pouting, more or less, clambering into bed. he thinks it was very cute that lin said thank you but it does not get that taste out of his mouth. it does, however, help. ] I think it was blood... ugh...
[ poopcorn, meanwhile, is the happiest snake in the entire world. he is so happy. he just curls up around his daddy's shoulders and lays there, contentedly flicking his tongue. happy. zero anxiety. ]
I got that when I came back from the alternate reality.. It had a use that was more violent, but it could also be used to heal someone of some of their injuries depending on who drank it, and what I wanted.
[ crawling over and pouting, more or less, clambering into bed. he thinks it was very cute that lin said thank you but it does not get that taste out of his mouth. it does, however, help. ] I think it was blood... ugh...
[ poopcorn, meanwhile, is the happiest snake in the entire world. he is so happy. he just curls up around his daddy's shoulders and lays there, contentedly flicking his tongue. happy. zero anxiety. ]
[ immortalizes poopcorn here forever. ]
Blood...
[ the hell kind of creepy bullshit is this im gonna piss. anyways, jingheng will welcome him back into their bed and will make sure he is not. too achey as he wraps an arm around him and waits for zhanlu to depart. he's maybe still selfish and wants bixing to himself in the morning. go away. you can flirt with his ai later (no im kidding.) ]
... You sound a little better... that's good...
[ he smoothes a hand up his arm gently, shifting to cup his cheek (face) in his palm, thumb stroking, like he isn't sure what to do or to say. ]
You had to brace yourself for that?
Blood...
[ the hell kind of creepy bullshit is this im gonna piss. anyways, jingheng will welcome him back into their bed and will make sure he is not. too achey as he wraps an arm around him and waits for zhanlu to depart. he's maybe still selfish and wants bixing to himself in the morning. go away. you can flirt with his ai later (no im kidding.) ]
... You sound a little better... that's good...
[ he smoothes a hand up his arm gently, shifting to cup his cheek (face) in his palm, thumb stroking, like he isn't sure what to do or to say. ]
You had to brace yourself for that?
[ POOPCORN my typos
anyway yeah. it was gross! it was horrible. he smacks his lips together like a baby, complaining a little, but if lin jingheng pulls him back in, bixing absolutely goes with him, crawling back under the covers. he feels like he can move a little easier, and he nods into lin jingheng's palm. ]
I knew it was going to be gross, and I wanted to taste something sweet, first. [ hehe ] And... well, it could've gone pretty wrong, if I messed it up. But, I didn't! So it worked out.
[ see it's fine. he turns his face to kiss lin jingheng's palm, and then takes his ther hand, pulling it up rest gently on his side. it's still a little tender, but the swelling has gone down, and his ribs at least seem to be in the right place, now. bixing nuzzles against his palm as he does, humming. ] See? I'm okay. You worry about me so much, I'm spoiled rotten.
[ ♥ ]
anyway yeah. it was gross! it was horrible. he smacks his lips together like a baby, complaining a little, but if lin jingheng pulls him back in, bixing absolutely goes with him, crawling back under the covers. he feels like he can move a little easier, and he nods into lin jingheng's palm. ]
I knew it was going to be gross, and I wanted to taste something sweet, first. [ hehe ] And... well, it could've gone pretty wrong, if I messed it up. But, I didn't! So it worked out.
[ see it's fine. he turns his face to kiss lin jingheng's palm, and then takes his ther hand, pulling it up rest gently on his side. it's still a little tender, but the swelling has gone down, and his ribs at least seem to be in the right place, now. bixing nuzzles against his palm as he does, humming. ] See? I'm okay. You worry about me so much, I'm spoiled rotten.
[ ♥ ]
[ oh... his fingers trail over lu bixing's side a moment before fully resting there, not pressing but just protective almost. he pulls him closer and lets their foreheads press as he then shifts to just. hold him in both of his arms now, a warm, secure hug. ]
But there was a chance it couldn't have worked out.
[ sternly murmured into his neck, a kiss pressed there and lingering, as if he's measuring the beats of his pulse with his skin of his lips instead. ]
Terrible...
But there was a chance it couldn't have worked out.
[ sternly murmured into his neck, a kiss pressed there and lingering, as if he's measuring the beats of his pulse with his skin of his lips instead. ]
Terrible...
Edited 2023-03-27 20:54 (UTC)
Mmhm. But a pretty low one. I think if I used it on someone else, it could've been a little riskier.
[ just a little risk. he happily melts into this hug, though, deeply pleased with the extra attention from lin jingheng. he wraps his arms around him in return, sighing out a content noise that only hurts a tiny bit, now, and kisses the top of his head. cute morning lin...
he can likely feel the way his heartbeat jumps with the kiss, too. big baby. ] I was saving it, just in case we needed it, but I think it's safe, now. I didn't mean to scare you.
[ just a little risk. he happily melts into this hug, though, deeply pleased with the extra attention from lin jingheng. he wraps his arms around him in return, sighing out a content noise that only hurts a tiny bit, now, and kisses the top of his head. cute morning lin...
he can likely feel the way his heartbeat jumps with the kiss, too. big baby. ] I was saving it, just in case we needed it, but I think it's safe, now. I didn't mean to scare you.
Definitely not.
[ and when lu bixing makes a plan, that plan happens. no matter how many steps he needs, no matter how much wheedling and dealing (and how many times he thinks he has to sell his body to do it) he's going to make it happen.
he shifts a little, lightly plunks his head on jingheng's shoulder. ] We already pulled off a revolution, right? This should be a piece of cake.
[ and when lu bixing makes a plan, that plan happens. no matter how many steps he needs, no matter how much wheedling and dealing (and how many times he thinks he has to sell his body to do it) he's going to make it happen.
he shifts a little, lightly plunks his head on jingheng's shoulder. ] We already pulled off a revolution, right? This should be a piece of cake.
[ me just like im in a mood let me do my gay little lulins
just feeling that lin jingheng is there is enough. knowing that he's a solid, real presence in lu bixing's arms helps him with the worst of his nightmares. helps him when he wakes up terrified on friday mornings, always gasping for air and clutching at the space beside him. it helps him when he's scared and insecure, when he thinks about the hateful person he's turned into, helps him when he wonders when lin jingheng is going to wise up and leave him again. but he doesn't. he's right here.
he hiccups. the noise is soft, muffled, and he buries his face in his shoulder further, nuzzling, soaking his jacket and probably getting a little snot on it as he takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths and holds onto him like an anchor.
it doesn't matter anymore. that's all he can really do for the moment, just stay there, burrowed against lin jingheng and taking deep breaths to try and keep from having a panic attack. it's fine. he's fine. everything's fine. ]
just feeling that lin jingheng is there is enough. knowing that he's a solid, real presence in lu bixing's arms helps him with the worst of his nightmares. helps him when he wakes up terrified on friday mornings, always gasping for air and clutching at the space beside him. it helps him when he's scared and insecure, when he thinks about the hateful person he's turned into, helps him when he wonders when lin jingheng is going to wise up and leave him again. but he doesn't. he's right here.
he hiccups. the noise is soft, muffled, and he buries his face in his shoulder further, nuzzling, soaking his jacket and probably getting a little snot on it as he takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths and holds onto him like an anchor.
it doesn't matter anymore. that's all he can really do for the moment, just stay there, burrowed against lin jingheng and taking deep breaths to try and keep from having a panic attack. it's fine. he's fine. everything's fine. ]
[ weh. he lets that sink in, for the moment.
...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.
...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.
[ happy friday! there's no corpse! that means that lu bixing is in a wonderful, wonderful mood. the location is the house biome, just enjoying the fact that they're able to be in it, and lu bixing out of nowhere comes to lean on the doorframe of where jingheng is and
waggles his eyebrows. ]
Lii~iin.
[ someone's in a good mood. ] Are you busy? Say no.
waggles his eyebrows. ]
Lii~iin.
[ someone's in a good mood. ] Are you busy? Say no.
[ it is indeed a happy friday with no one dead despite them being in hell. jingheng is in their bed in the home biome, a book in hand and arm behind his head. zhanlu is currently charging in arm form, which means that popcorn is wrapped in a vice around his inactive form.
glancing over the pages briefly. ]
Very. What is it?
[ he's not busy. he puts the book down and gives him his attention. ]
glancing over the pages briefly. ]
Very. What is it?
[ he's not busy. he puts the book down and gives him his attention. ]
[ god... first of all, just the sight of this makes bixing happy. it feels so normal that something in his heart clicks into place and settles. this is home, even if it isn't. this is what he gets to go back to.
he sighs, a little bit, just a little bit, and then resumes his initial quest, leaning on the doorframe.
i also forgot to mention that his eye has like. healed! enough! that he's not wearing a patch today!!! and so he winks. ]
Go on a date with me.
he sighs, a little bit, just a little bit, and then resumes his initial quest, leaning on the doorframe.
i also forgot to mention that his eye has like. healed! enough! that he's not wearing a patch today!!! and so he winks. ]
Go on a date with me.
[ wow! what a beautiful eye! jingheng sits up a bit more and swings his legs over the side of the bed. his head tilts a moment as he considers and then... he rises, glancing at zhanlu and mumbling a soft "watch popcorn" to him as he moves to the doorway.
zhanlu will be fine on his own. ]
... Where to?
zhanlu will be fine on his own. ]
... Where to?
[ it almost feels like deja vu - only this time, there's no turan to nudge things along. there doesn't really need to be, anymore. even if sometimes bixing is still scared that it's all fake, or that jingheng is going to walk away from him and vanish again. but it's a friday, and no one new has died, and home is on the horizon, and because of it, those fears are, for today, assuaged.
he just smiles at lin jingheng, warm, and holds out his hand. ]
Out to the city. [ just like home, goes unsaid. ] Take in the sights? Do some exploring. Maybe grab coffee in a little cafe...?
he just smiles at lin jingheng, warm, and holds out his hand. ]
Out to the city. [ just like home, goes unsaid. ] Take in the sights? Do some exploring. Maybe grab coffee in a little cafe...?
[ bixing holds out his hand, and lin jingheng takes it without hesitation, hearing the soft Enjoy your time, Sirs from zhanlu, who is lifting a hand to wave gently. popcorn's little head pokes between his fingers and his tongue flicks out like "bye papas." seems like they'll hang out in here. ]
Sure.
[ winding their fingers together, he reaches with his other hand to grab his jacket that he's left in the same spot, in their home, and leans in to press a kiss just on the brow bone of his healing eye. ]
What were you thinking of first? [ a small squeeze. ] ... You lead the way.
[ he likes to see lu bixing light up, he likes to bask in that glow of delight. ]
Sure.
[ winding their fingers together, he reaches with his other hand to grab his jacket that he's left in the same spot, in their home, and leans in to press a kiss just on the brow bone of his healing eye. ]
What were you thinking of first? [ a small squeeze. ] ... You lead the way.
[ he likes to see lu bixing light up, he likes to bask in that glow of delight. ]
Let's take a walk and see what strikes our fancy.
[ says lu bixing, as light as air - that means he probably has some kind of plan, but he'd be just as content to wander the entire city with lin jingheng from top to bottom, just taking the place in. he gives zhanlu a cheerful salute with two fingers, blows a kiss to popcorn, and then squeezes lin's hand, brightening even further when he kisses his temple.
home. home, home, home. it's all he can really think - how close this is to being his every day. there will be plenty of stress, and plenty of tiring days, because the prime minister's work is never done. but the idea of coming home to lin jingheng, to bring him around the city that's become theirs, to show him all the things he's done, is tantalizingly sweet. it makes bixing so happy, nearly glowing as he smiles back at lin and pulls him out of the door, enough that he pulls his knuckles up to his mouth to kiss them before they step outside. ]
Takes me back, I think. Remember the first time we went out on Milky Way City? Was that our first date?
[ says lu bixing, as light as air - that means he probably has some kind of plan, but he'd be just as content to wander the entire city with lin jingheng from top to bottom, just taking the place in. he gives zhanlu a cheerful salute with two fingers, blows a kiss to popcorn, and then squeezes lin's hand, brightening even further when he kisses his temple.
home. home, home, home. it's all he can really think - how close this is to being his every day. there will be plenty of stress, and plenty of tiring days, because the prime minister's work is never done. but the idea of coming home to lin jingheng, to bring him around the city that's become theirs, to show him all the things he's done, is tantalizingly sweet. it makes bixing so happy, nearly glowing as he smiles back at lin and pulls him out of the door, enough that he pulls his knuckles up to his mouth to kiss them before they step outside. ]
Takes me back, I think. Remember the first time we went out on Milky Way City? Was that our first date?
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