[ bixing holds out his hand, and lin jingheng takes it without hesitation, hearing the soft Enjoy your time, Sirs from zhanlu, who is lifting a hand to wave gently. popcorn's little head pokes between his fingers and his tongue flicks out like "bye papas." seems like they'll hang out in here. ]
Sure.
[ winding their fingers together, he reaches with his other hand to grab his jacket that he's left in the same spot, in their home, and leans in to press a kiss just on the brow bone of his healing eye. ]
What were you thinking of first? [ a small squeeze. ] ... You lead the way.
[ he likes to see lu bixing light up, he likes to bask in that glow of delight. ]
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Sure.
[ winding their fingers together, he reaches with his other hand to grab his jacket that he's left in the same spot, in their home, and leans in to press a kiss just on the brow bone of his healing eye. ]
What were you thinking of first? [ a small squeeze. ] ... You lead the way.
[ he likes to see lu bixing light up, he likes to bask in that glow of delight. ]