[ 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? ]
there is bixing, leaning on the door and making the most pathetic expression you've ever seen, wiping his mouth. ]
Ugh... that was so gross...Run biometric scanner...
[ lu bixing's personal device beeps from his wrist.
Breaks in clavicle, left rib 2, left rib 3, right rib 4 have reduced to fracture. Floating rib right 6 has returned to original placement. Bruising imminent: please reduce physical activity, Engineer 001.
he glances down at the watch, rubs his mouth, and sniffs. pathetic. ] I guess it worked.
[ or rather undo to yourself. lol. he glances at zhanlu, who has meandered over to wherever popcorn might be and has picked him up, already draping him over his shoulders after greeting the snake accordingly. now he is just comfortably posited by the door, staring only at this snake. he loves it. his snake now. ]
... Zhanlu. Tea. For the PM and myself. [ hesitation, like he has never said these words in his life— ] Thank you.
[ he comes over, and there is like still some wincing in the way that he moves, a little bit of a shuffle, but it's markedly better. no more horrible crackling wheeze noise as he comes over and rubs his mouth again. ]
I got that when I came back from the alternate reality.. It had a use that was more violent, but it could also be used to heal someone of some of their injuries depending on who drank it, and what I wanted.
[ crawling over and pouting, more or less, clambering into bed. he thinks it was very cute that lin said thank you but it does not get that taste out of his mouth. it does, however, help. ] I think it was blood... ugh...
[ poopcorn, meanwhile, is the happiest snake in the entire world. he is so happy. he just curls up around his daddy's shoulders and lays there, contentedly flicking his tongue. happy. zero anxiety. ]
[ the hell kind of creepy bullshit is this im gonna piss. anyways, jingheng will welcome him back into their bed and will make sure he is not. too achey as he wraps an arm around him and waits for zhanlu to depart. he's maybe still selfish and wants bixing to himself in the morning. go away. you can flirt with his ai later (no im kidding.) ]
... You sound a little better... that's good...
[ he smoothes a hand up his arm gently, shifting to cup his cheek (face) in his palm, thumb stroking, like he isn't sure what to do or to say. ]
anyway yeah. it was gross! it was horrible. he smacks his lips together like a baby, complaining a little, but if lin jingheng pulls him back in, bixing absolutely goes with him, crawling back under the covers. he feels like he can move a little easier, and he nods into lin jingheng's palm. ]
I knew it was going to be gross, and I wanted to taste something sweet, first. [ hehe ] And... well, it could've gone pretty wrong, if I messed it up. But, I didn't! So it worked out.
[ see it's fine. he turns his face to kiss lin jingheng's palm, and then takes his ther hand, pulling it up rest gently on his side. it's still a little tender, but the swelling has gone down, and his ribs at least seem to be in the right place, now. bixing nuzzles against his palm as he does, humming. ] See? I'm okay. You worry about me so much, I'm spoiled rotten.
[ oh... his fingers trail over lu bixing's side a moment before fully resting there, not pressing but just protective almost. he pulls him closer and lets their foreheads press as he then shifts to just. hold him in both of his arms now, a warm, secure hug. ]
But there was a chance it couldn't have worked out.
[ sternly murmured into his neck, a kiss pressed there and lingering, as if he's measuring the beats of his pulse with his skin of his lips instead. ]
Mmhm. But a pretty low one. I think if I used it on someone else, it could've been a little riskier.
[ just a little risk. he happily melts into this hug, though, deeply pleased with the extra attention from lin jingheng. he wraps his arms around him in return, sighing out a content noise that only hurts a tiny bit, now, and kisses the top of his head. cute morning lin...
he can likely feel the way his heartbeat jumps with the kiss, too. big baby. ] I was saving it, just in case we needed it, but I think it's safe, now. I didn't mean to scare you.
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[ AND THEN IMMEDIATELY GETS UP AND SCRAMBLES FOR THE BATHROOM BYE
zhanlu because he is wonderful, perhaps may notice that headmaster lu's bioscan seems to be improving. in case that's something lin was worried about?
there's the sound that sounds suspiciously like someone brushing their teeth ]
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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?
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there is bixing, leaning on the door and making the most pathetic expression you've ever seen, wiping his mouth. ]
Ugh... that was so gross...Run biometric scanner...
[ lu bixing's personal device beeps from his wrist.
Breaks in clavicle, left rib 2, left rib 3, right rib 4 have reduced to fracture. Floating rib right 6 has returned to original placement. Bruising imminent: please reduce physical activity, Engineer 001.
he glances down at the watch, rubs his mouth, and sniffs. pathetic. ] I guess it worked.
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[ or rather undo to yourself. lol. he glances at zhanlu, who has meandered over to wherever popcorn might be and has picked him up, already draping him over his shoulders after greeting the snake accordingly. now he is just comfortably posited by the door, staring only at this snake. he loves it. his snake now. ]
... Zhanlu. Tea. For the PM and myself. [ hesitation, like he has never said these words in his life— ] Thank you.
Of course, Sir.
[ zhanlu is taking popcorn bye! ]
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I got that when I came back from the alternate reality.. It had a use that was more violent, but it could also be used to heal someone of some of their injuries depending on who drank it, and what I wanted.
[ crawling over and pouting, more or less, clambering into bed. he thinks it was very cute that lin said thank you but it does not get that taste out of his mouth. it does, however, help. ] I think it was blood... ugh...
[ poopcorn, meanwhile, is the happiest snake in the entire world. he is so happy. he just curls up around his daddy's shoulders and lays there, contentedly flicking his tongue. happy. zero anxiety. ]
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Blood...
[ the hell kind of creepy bullshit is this im gonna piss. anyways, jingheng will welcome him back into their bed and will make sure he is not. too achey as he wraps an arm around him and waits for zhanlu to depart. he's maybe still selfish and wants bixing to himself in the morning. go away. you can flirt with his ai later (no im kidding.) ]
... You sound a little better... that's good...
[ he smoothes a hand up his arm gently, shifting to cup his cheek (face) in his palm, thumb stroking, like he isn't sure what to do or to say. ]
You had to brace yourself for that?
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anyway yeah. it was gross! it was horrible. he smacks his lips together like a baby, complaining a little, but if lin jingheng pulls him back in, bixing absolutely goes with him, crawling back under the covers. he feels like he can move a little easier, and he nods into lin jingheng's palm. ]
I knew it was going to be gross, and I wanted to taste something sweet, first. [ hehe ] And... well, it could've gone pretty wrong, if I messed it up. But, I didn't! So it worked out.
[ see it's fine. he turns his face to kiss lin jingheng's palm, and then takes his ther hand, pulling it up rest gently on his side. it's still a little tender, but the swelling has gone down, and his ribs at least seem to be in the right place, now. bixing nuzzles against his palm as he does, humming. ] See? I'm okay. You worry about me so much, I'm spoiled rotten.
[ ♥ ]
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But there was a chance it couldn't have worked out.
[ sternly murmured into his neck, a kiss pressed there and lingering, as if he's measuring the beats of his pulse with his skin of his lips instead. ]
Terrible...
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[ just a little risk. he happily melts into this hug, though, deeply pleased with the extra attention from lin jingheng. he wraps his arms around him in return, sighing out a content noise that only hurts a tiny bit, now, and kisses the top of his head. cute morning lin...
he can likely feel the way his heartbeat jumps with the kiss, too. big baby. ] I was saving it, just in case we needed it, but I think it's safe, now. I didn't mean to scare you.