[ he expects lu bixing to come find him, even sends him a little text with a whiskey glass emoji to tell him where he is. it feels like he's back on beijing β, hunched over at his own bar. he can hear him before he feels the hand between his shoulder blades.
the tension leaves for a moment and he turns his head to catch him in the corner of his eye. with a quiet nod, he tips his head towards the seat beside him. ]
He better have died and meant it instead of tripping on a banana peel or some shit.
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the tension leaves for a moment and he turns his head to catch him in the corner of his eye. with a quiet nod, he tips his head towards the seat beside him. ]
He better have died and meant it instead of tripping on a banana peel or some shit.