[ i lied i'm making him semi-tangible bc i realized he can play 2 person shooters with jingheng at the arcade. anyways.
lin jingheng is minding his own business fucking sleeping with lu bixing tucked carefully under his arm because he's half-afraid he's going to disappear again. he doesn't really realize that the arm that's usually placed on the desk has disappeared and instead someone is pushing the curtains open on the window and immediately about facing to bow gently. ]
Good morning, Sirs.
[ lin jingheng from behind lu bixing just. groans very pathetically. oh no. ]
W7, MONDAY
lin jingheng is minding his own business fucking sleeping with lu bixing tucked carefully under his arm because he's half-afraid he's going to disappear again. he doesn't really realize that the arm that's usually placed on the desk has disappeared and instead someone is pushing the curtains open on the window and immediately about facing to bow gently. ]
Good morning, Sirs.
[ lin jingheng from behind lu bixing just. groans very pathetically. oh no. ]
He's awake...