[ lin jingheng is. concerned. he frowns, suddenly feeling very self-conscious for like 2 seconds because what is with the tooth brushing? that was the vial from saturday... he remembers it, but what the hell? (was it bad? was his morning breath bad? he actually can't tell.)
he starts to get out of bed, tossing the covers off and sitting on the edge of it. he'll wait here. ]
Zhanlu. Did you scan him?
Biometrics are showing signs of marked improvement, Sir. Shall I check on him?
[ jingheng shakes his head, decides that... he will allow this. for now, squinting at the door like an accusatory cat. what is this? ]
no subject
he starts to get out of bed, tossing the covers off and sitting on the edge of it. he'll wait here. ]
Zhanlu. Did you scan him?
Biometrics are showing signs of marked improvement, Sir. Shall I check on him?
[ jingheng shakes his head, decides that... he will allow this. for now, squinting at the door like an accusatory cat. what is this? ]
... Bixing?