[ poor bixing... zhanlu's big big brain goes brrrrrrr and then finds his bag, going to grab it across the room.
meanwhile, jingheng has finally sat up a bit, propped on his elbow with a hand resting on lu bixing's side gently. he watches zhanlu cross the room like a hawk, a disbelief written on the slight parting of his lips. ]
If you can... yeah. Make sure he's all there.
[ he turns back just as zhanlu returns with the bag, gently setting it down between his two people and stepping back quietly. ]
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meanwhile, jingheng has finally sat up a bit, propped on his elbow with a hand resting on lu bixing's side gently. he watches zhanlu cross the room like a hawk, a disbelief written on the slight parting of his lips. ]
If you can... yeah. Make sure he's all there.
[ he turns back just as zhanlu returns with the bag, gently setting it down between his two people and stepping back quietly. ]