[ it hasn't been, and maybe he can commend him for not blowing his back out and making everyone gossip about a limp. (foreshadowing into whatever week is affection week?) he feels himself walking backwards, and his perception has him feeling the cool radiating off the tile of the shower before his back presses against it. he reaches for the knob instinctively and pulls the water on, letting it heat up slowly. it's never going to be perfect because of how shitty this place is, but it'll get the job done.
multiple jobs? yeah.
the hands on his hips earn a soft sound, a laugh and a breath of surprise. they can say it isn't fair each and every week, but when it comes down to it, hell probably does care. and that's fine. they know that they're out there someone, the dead, and there's no other choice but to go and get them, right?
resolve births a smile onto his lips and he reaches his hand now to curl fingers around the back of lu bixing's neck, coaxing him. he glides them down to hunched shoulders and anchors in as lu bixing's mouth glides over the lengthy scar along his chest and throat. yes yes lu bixing is so busy, he will adjust the water to the most temperate setting and guide him closer—his fingers trail over the nearly-closed shoulder wound and he lowers his mouth to kiss just against the healed skin, careful to avoid the pain points he knows. ]
Bixing...
[ letting a hand skim up to touch his patch. he tips his head up gently and looks him, unwaveringly in the eye. ]
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(foreshadowing into whatever week is affection week?)he feels himself walking backwards, and his perception has him feeling the cool radiating off the tile of the shower before his back presses against it. he reaches for the knob instinctively and pulls the water on, letting it heat up slowly. it's never going to be perfect because of how shitty this place is, but it'll get the job done.multiple jobs? yeah.
the hands on his hips earn a soft sound, a laugh and a breath of surprise. they can say it isn't fair each and every week, but when it comes down to it, hell probably does care. and that's fine. they know that they're out there someone, the dead, and there's no other choice but to go and get them, right?
resolve births a smile onto his lips and he reaches his hand now to curl fingers around the back of lu bixing's neck, coaxing him. he glides them down to hunched shoulders and anchors in as lu bixing's mouth glides over the lengthy scar along his chest and throat. yes yes lu bixing is so busy, he will adjust the water to the most temperate setting and guide him closer—his fingers trail over the nearly-closed shoulder wound and he lowers his mouth to kiss just against the healed skin, careful to avoid the pain points he knows. ]
Bixing...
[ letting a hand skim up to touch his patch. he tips his head up gently and looks him, unwaveringly in the eye. ]
You don't want this to get wet, do you?