[ siting with two to-go cups on the night stand scrolling through his phone. he has behaved and is bandaged even and has actually just been waiting after making some of his rounds to go just. lay with some of his faves on the floor in the void.
normal stuff. ]
Hi.
[ soft. he looks at the drinks that lu bixing has brought with him and shuts his eyes like ah. ]
It's that kind of night.
[ this place is really just enabling them. it's fine. he takes out a cigarette and pops it into the corner of his mouth, searching quietly for a lighter. ]
[ he spots lin's drinks and - huffs a little laugh, heart fluttering kind of stupidly in his chest. cute... it's the first thing to bring a little spark back to his eyes as he makes his way over. ]
I guess we had the same idea, huh?
[ sit and have a drink with your favorite person. he sets the cups down and pops the top off of his - there's a decent beer and then a lemony smelling blue drink, and then an affection bite one - and then comes to sit down next to him on the bunk bed. peering curiously over to see what he brought... ]
[ if they're sharing, then he does pop the top off the first one, another beer, and the second one is obnoxiously blue. the sour taste is so strong, but at the same time, he likes the way it hooks into him. it's like a reminder.
lbx your affection bites...
but he'll smile and shift a little bit, giving him some comfy space. ]
[ ah... the lin smile is so soothing. he takes his own drink, the healthy mind one, and just takes a sip of it unbothered, and then leans into lin jingheng's side easily and takes up that space. nice.
also i've decided the third cup he has actually smells like that delicious highball whiskey. he's set it kind of far away from the others - just as an option. lin can drink it and go to sleep if he wants, but he also knows its been a rough day and it might be nice to have something that tastes good.
the question about scaramouche... he shakes his head. ]
Angry. I asked him to let me look at his arm and...I did the best I could with it.
[ ... ]
...He's like me, you know. [ the drink loosens his tongue so easily, the confession coming up smooth with the liquor, bittersweet like lemon. ] Someone more built than born.
[ he hums, sipping his own drink slowly, having chosen the sour one. he adjusts the pillows just a bit to situate the both of them comfortably and his brow knits quietly. ]
You did something with it. Probably more than he expected after all of that.
[ he lets out a breath. ]
That old cat spoiled you. [ translation: nature, nurture, something in that vein. he loved you dearly. ]
[ ugh. it makes his heart ache, and something thick well up in his throat, and lu bixing bites the inside of his cheek to calm it back down. ]
...He did. [ he says, softly, letting out a tiny little laugh and turning his face into lin jingheng's shoulder to muffle the feeling, hiding there. ] I have been so lucky.
[ because he could've been scaramouche. in another life, he was that angry kid drawing nuclear weapon schematics in crayon, desperately trying to rebuild. he has been so lucky, to have monoeye, and to have lin. luckier than he can even really process, or even understand. this brings it into a sharp focus. ]
[ slowly, he lets his palm stroke down his shoulder, feels the way lu bixing pushes his face into him and hides away from the world. lin jingheng closes his eyes and curls in close with him, reaching for one of the drinks blindly from the nightstand. he doesn't really know which it is and he doesn't care, just taking a sip from the rim of it and then nuzzling into lu bixing's hair softly. ]
... There are people here who have been just as lucky to have met you.
...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.
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normal stuff. ]
Hi.
[ soft. he looks at the drinks that lu bixing has brought with him and shuts his eyes like ah. ]
It's that kind of night.
[ this place is really just enabling them. it's fine. he takes out a cigarette and pops it into the corner of his mouth, searching quietly for a lighter. ]
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I guess we had the same idea, huh?
[ sit and have a drink with your favorite person. he sets the cups down and pops the top off of his - there's a decent beer and then a lemony smelling blue drink, and then an affection bite one - and then comes to sit down next to him on the bunk bed. peering curiously over to see what he brought... ]
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lbx your affection bites...
but he'll smile and shift a little bit, giving him some comfy space. ]
Makes the most sense after that shitshow.
[ frowning ] ... How is he?
[ did tiny cat get his arm back? ]
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also i've decided the third cup he has actually smells like that delicious highball whiskey. he's set it kind of far away from the others - just as an option. lin can drink it and go to sleep if he wants, but he also knows its been a rough day and it might be nice to have something that tastes good.
the question about scaramouche... he shakes his head. ]
Angry. I asked him to let me look at his arm and...I did the best I could with it.
[ ... ]
...He's like me, you know. [ the drink loosens his tongue so easily, the confession coming up smooth with the liquor, bittersweet like lemon. ] Someone more built than born.
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You did something with it. Probably more than he expected after all of that.
[ he lets out a breath. ]
That old cat spoiled you. [ translation: nature, nurture, something in that vein. he loved you dearly. ]
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...He did. [ he says, softly, letting out a tiny little laugh and turning his face into lin jingheng's shoulder to muffle the feeling, hiding there. ] I have been so lucky.
[ because he could've been scaramouche. in another life, he was that angry kid drawing nuclear weapon schematics in crayon, desperately trying to rebuild. he has been so lucky, to have monoeye, and to have lin. luckier than he can even really process, or even understand. this brings it into a sharp focus. ]
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... There are people here who have been just as lucky to have met you.
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...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.