anyway. he's over here at the pantry, a cookbook projected on his personal device, hovering over his wrist, and scrolling through the instructions. when he finds whatever he's looking for, he comes back - holding a bag of what looks like chocolate chunks, which he brings over to lin's bowl. ]
Thank you, Lin. [ this week isn't as miserable as last week was, but he still sounds a little tired. loss is loss, no matter what. ] Another Thursday passes.
[ he trails off in a way that is an unspoken "yet." the messages have been helpful to receive, reassuring especially considering who they've lost. he pauses in his stirring to let him pour some of the chips in, beginning to just. make a poor attempt at folding them in. he's doing his best. it's more like mashing so you know what you should probably do.
help he's going to say something else but then lin starts SMASHING (winks) and he just, laughs? this sort of half startled noise, immediately reaching out for the bowl with one hand and lin's hand with the other. time for the top to take over as usual ] - Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, Commander, it's not a missile...
[ i'm crying. he's so cute. this is like - after everything, this is so cheering? it's the little things like lin being like this that make lu bixing the happiest, that remind him the most that he's here, and he smiles a little as he moves their hands on the bowl and pushes it into lin jingheng's lap.
and then picks up a spoon and hands it to him. ]
Can I try some?
[ because this is going to be beyond baking bc its ugly now but cookie dough is fine. his cheekiness here is a little more toned down than usual, but he seems glad to lean into it a little as he rests a hand on the counter and waits patiently for lin to catch on. ]
[ "bc it's ugly now" wow but it's true, lu bixing really strives for his best and lin jingheng has botched it! he holds the spoon but in like a fist-like grip because what the hell is he supposed to do with this?
zhanlu might've piped up by now, something about getting sick from consuming raw batter. but he can't now, so lin jingheng tips the spoon towards himself and...
's some of it off of the spoon.
and then closing the distance between them. it won't go to waste. ]
[ this is so gross. this is how you cope, sometimes, by shotgunning cookie dough
oh. he's about to make a little bit of a pout about it, mouth opening in pretend pikashook, but then he picks up on what lin's doing and his eyes light up a little? it's very silly, but it makes the corner of his mouth lift up in a smile, and he huffs a laugh, tilting his head a little bit and letting his eye flutter shut to allow this to happen.
his other hand comes up, gently, to cup his cheek and hold it there, letting some of the tension dissolve out of his shoulders. momf. ]
anyways. he does end up just going straight for it because what else is there to really do right now? he leans into lu bixing's hand and lets his own slide to his throat, resting against the pulse of him and content to feel it under his skin. his own heart stutters a little in his chest and he huffs somewhat against his mouth. ]
Too much chocolate. [ he mutters, as if he didn't just smash them and thus turn them into a mess!!! he just licks his lips. ]
[ who's fault is that, he does not say but definitely thinks, feeling just like, disguistingly affectionate for lin jingheng. he's so cute. he shouldn't be allowed to be this cute. or maybe he should be? with another loss and - well, two of lu bixing's favorite people are just miserably upset, and maybe it's nice, to have something nice to enjoy for a little while.
he's smiling at him when he pulls back to lick his lips, and watches him do so, even, eyes darting very briefly to his mouth and then back. ]
Expert critique, Commander. [ as if lin is the expert in cooking for even a second. ] Mm... I thought it was good. The right mix of sweet and bitter.
[ flavored with his favorite vitamin lin....... he doesn't say that but it's like clear he's thinking it as he just invades the space between lin jingheng's knees and crowds him a little further. it's a little escapist, but lu bixing wants to stay like this, for a little while, in the bubble of this moment. ]
[ it's incredibly escapist actually and lin jingheng has it in mind to push him off before things get too out of hand. but he can't bring himself to really when he knows that lu bixing had been doling out the proverbial chicken soup for the soul... but his arms are probably tired of serving it out.
he needs some himself. ]
You're the scientist, I guess.
[ he leans forward just a little bit, another kiss, a little bit of teeth. the taste still lingers, unfairly good. he wants to find a concrete reason with evidence to hate it. ]
[ this is mock offended. why would he ever mean it? he's unaware of lin jingheng's thoughts, right now, though he'd have it right on the money - he is tired, and coming into lin's arms at the end of the day is the only balm he could ever ask for.
he practically melts, when he kisses him again. so easy. lu bixing's always been reactive, and this is no different - every kiss is special, even more so than before, makes his entire heart sing, and he swallows the bite of cookie dough and lets it warm him up the same way his own chicken soup's been warming the lost souls of this little hell they're in. ]
You can't just make a decision off of one piece of evidence, though. [ he shifts a little, reaches for the bowl and just straight up plucks a piece of cookie dough out with his fingertips. he's pushing it here, pulling back enough to look up at him through the eyelashes of his good eye, a twinkle of mischief there. ] More data needed.
[ ljh you are a distraction sitting on the counter like the kitchen-equivalent of a passenger princess. lu bixing says data and lin jingheng's stomach loses its bottom and becomes a pit full of uncomfortable fluttering feelings instead (butterflies, weird.)
he eyes the dough with a small huff. science does taste good... ]
he smiles, mischievous and warm, and leans forward, holding up the little ball of cookie dough between his fingers. ] I won't. [ he says, already distracted. ]
[ he rolls his eyes just a bit this time, heel hitting the counter just once as he pushes back against the wall and gives lu bixing room to pursue. glancing to the ball, he decides that there is no harm in playing along (this time).
no one else is here, so he closes his eyes, a very quiet bid of trust. ]
[ god... he's so cute... he just admires him for a second as he encroaches in on his space, and then reaches up to very gently put the cookie dough piece in his mouth. only partially, enough to brush teeth and tongue.
and then leans forward, to very, very gently eat the other side of it, so their lips brush when he does, having to hold very still to keep from like smashing their mouths together or biting him or getting way too overexcited. momf. ]
[ gay........ this is the gayest way to share food you aren't supposed to be eating in the first place.
but he will take the hint. it isn't hard when something presses against his lips with the familiar scent of sugar and lu bixing hovering close in anticipation, warm breath on his cheeks. he bites into it, and it's a little clumsy so he doesn't spill any crumbs from it.
he's speechless for a moment, a) because he has cookie dough in his mouth and b) because maybe he's a little pink in the cheeks. man. bwah. he chews thoughtfully. ]
[ adorable. he's got half of this cookie dough in his mouth and probably should eat it but he's also just watching lin jingheng. he's watching him with the intent of someone who is very hungry.
but he swallows it because it's very sweet and good and anything made by lu bixing's hands is (usually) a gift. he thumbs at the corner of his own mouth for a moment before looking at him dead on.
what is this gaze. he feels like prey right now. ]
[ so he picks up his hands to take lin's face between his palms, and then kisses him. it's lingering, a long kiss, and he swipes his tongue across the seam of his mouth to steal up a single crumb of chocolate before he pulls back.
and then he smiles, and licks his lips. ]
Oh. No, nevermind. That was better.
[ and then and only then will he pull back enough to go get the actual bowl because he does have to finish these cookies. like a puppy with his tail sticking straight up in the air behind him. hehehehe ]
[ lin jingheng doesn't know whether to laugh or to cry so he just lights a half-smoked cigarette and keeps sitting pretty on the counter since he has proven his untrustworthy-ness at even stirring anything. ]
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anyway. he's over here at the pantry, a cookbook projected on his personal device, hovering over his wrist, and scrolling through the instructions. when he finds whatever he's looking for, he comes back - holding a bag of what looks like chocolate chunks, which he brings over to lin's bowl. ]
Thank you, Lin. [ this week isn't as miserable as last week was, but he still sounds a little tired. loss is loss, no matter what. ] Another Thursday passes.
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[ he trails off in a way that is an unspoken "yet." the messages have been helpful to receive, reassuring especially considering who they've lost. he pauses in his stirring to let him pour some of the chips in, beginning to just. make a poor attempt at folding them in. he's doing his best. it's more like mashing so you know what you should probably do.
(someone is dead, char)
/winks ]
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[ well
help he's going to say something else but then lin starts SMASHING (winks) and he just, laughs? this sort of half startled noise, immediately reaching out for the bowl with one hand and lin's hand with the other. time for the top to take over as usual ] - Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, Commander, it's not a missile...
[ teasing, tired, but still playful. ]
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It's fi—
[ he glances down at the bowl and frowns because like... oh... damn. hrm. ]
... Finished.
[ yeah here you can have it. he... finished it. ta-da... ]
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and then picks up a spoon and hands it to him. ]
Can I try some?
[ because this is going to be beyond baking bc its ugly now but cookie dough is fine. his cheekiness here is a little more toned down than usual, but he seems glad to lean into it a little as he rests a hand on the counter and waits patiently for lin to catch on. ]
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zhanlu might've piped up by now, something about getting sick from consuming raw batter. but he can't now, so lin jingheng tips the spoon towards himself and...
and then closing the distance between them. it won't go to waste. ]
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oh. he's about to make a little bit of a pout about it, mouth opening in pretend pikashook, but then he picks up on what lin's doing and his eyes light up a little? it's very silly, but it makes the corner of his mouth lift up in a smile, and he huffs a laugh, tilting his head a little bit and letting his eye flutter shut to allow this to happen.
his other hand comes up, gently, to cup his cheek and hold it there, letting some of the tension dissolve out of his shoulders. momf. ]
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anyways. he does end up just going straight for it because what else is there to really do right now? he leans into lu bixing's hand and lets his own slide to his throat, resting against the pulse of him and content to feel it under his skin. his own heart stutters a little in his chest and he huffs somewhat against his mouth. ]
Too much chocolate. [ he mutters, as if he didn't just smash them and thus turn them into a mess!!! he just licks his lips. ]
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he's smiling at him when he pulls back to lick his lips, and watches him do so, even, eyes darting very briefly to his mouth and then back. ]
Expert critique, Commander. [ as if lin is the expert in cooking for even a second. ] Mm... I thought it was good. The right mix of sweet and bitter.
[ flavored with his favorite vitamin lin....... he doesn't say that but it's like clear he's thinking it as he just invades the space between lin jingheng's knees and crowds him a little further. it's a little escapist, but lu bixing wants to stay like this, for a little while, in the bubble of this moment. ]
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he needs some himself. ]
You're the scientist, I guess.
[ he leans forward just a little bit, another kiss, a little bit of teeth. the taste still lingers, unfairly good. he wants to find a concrete reason with evidence to hate it. ]
I'll trust the process.
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[ this is mock offended. why would he ever mean it? he's unaware of lin jingheng's thoughts, right now, though he'd have it right on the money - he is tired, and coming into lin's arms at the end of the day is the only balm he could ever ask for.
he practically melts, when he kisses him again. so easy. lu bixing's always been reactive, and this is no different - every kiss is special, even more so than before, makes his entire heart sing, and he swallows the bite of cookie dough and lets it warm him up the same way his own chicken soup's been warming the lost souls of this little hell they're in. ]
You can't just make a decision off of one piece of evidence, though. [ he shifts a little, reaches for the bowl and just straight up plucks a piece of cookie dough out with his fingertips. he's pushing it here, pulling back enough to look up at him through the eyelashes of his good eye, a twinkle of mischief there. ] More data needed.
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I thought you were making cookies.
Don't get distracted.
[ ljh you are a distraction sitting on the counter like the kitchen-equivalent of a passenger princess. lu bixing says data and lin jingheng's stomach loses its bottom and becomes a pit full of uncomfortable fluttering feelings instead (butterflies, weird.)
he eyes the dough with a small huff. science does taste good... ]
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he smiles, mischievous and warm, and leans forward, holding up the little ball of cookie dough between his fingers. ] I won't. [ he says, already distracted. ]
Say ah?
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no one else is here, so he closes his eyes, a very quiet bid of trust. ]
Ah...
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and then leans forward, to very, very gently eat the other side of it, so their lips brush when he does, having to hold very still to keep from like smashing their mouths together or biting him or getting way too overexcited. momf. ]
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but he will take the hint. it isn't hard when something presses against his lips with the familiar scent of sugar and lu bixing hovering close in anticipation, warm breath on his cheeks. he bites into it, and it's a little clumsy so he doesn't spill any crumbs from it.
he's speechless for a moment, a) because he has cookie dough in his mouth and b) because maybe he's a little pink in the cheeks. man. bwah. he chews thoughtfully. ]
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but probably not for cookie dough. ]
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but he swallows it because it's very sweet and good and anything made by lu bixing's hands is (usually) a gift. he thumbs at the corner of his own mouth for a moment before looking at him dead on.
what is this gaze. he feels like prey right now. ]
I'm afraid to ask what this look is for.
[ he Knows ]
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[ so he picks up his hands to take lin's face between his palms, and then kisses him. it's lingering, a long kiss, and he swipes his tongue across the seam of his mouth to steal up a single crumb of chocolate before he pulls back.
and then he smiles, and licks his lips. ]
Oh. No, nevermind. That was better.
[ and then and only then will he pull back enough to go get the actual bowl because he does have to finish these cookies. like a puppy with his tail sticking straight up in the air behind him. hehehehe ]
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