[ i'm using this icon to start every pc because it only has one eye and i think its funny
anyway at some nebulous point after he's been fussed over to all hell lu bixing is laying down in the common room on the couch. maybe ljh stepped out for a bit?? who knows. anyway. he's got a bandage over his eye and one wrapped around his shoulder, now that he's changed into not bloody clothes.
he's just got his arm over his eye (singular), a book on his chest, and quiet, but he's here. ]
[ they were separated for a moment and date appeared, truly a curse.
date will lean on the back of the couch. there's enough space there that lu bixing isn't being crowded, but if he does remove his arm he'll get to See Date. it's comfortable for him at least, and it makes more sense than disturbing him directly on the couch. ]
You got put through the wringer this week, didn't you?
[ :/ its like looking at his father hes had enough of that today
anyway. he reaches up, absently touching underneath the bandage with two gentle fingertips. ]
... It's alright. It doesn't really hurt - Akira brought me some painkillers. [ there's a huff of a noise, a half smile. ] ...My dad was missing the same one. Maybe I'll start going by Monoeye Bixing.
[ don’t call him dad, he’d hate that he’s younger than lbx D: ]
Yeah, ok. [ he leans down and raps a knuckle lightly on the top of his head. ] Don’t brush it off like that; it hurts like a bitch but the painkillers will help, yeah. Your depth perception’s going to be fucked for a while, so keep an eye on that while you’re here because if someone decides to pull this again it’s going to suck if your adrenaline doesn’t compensate for the fact you aren’t seeing distances right.
Maybe we need a club of people missing an eye here. Everyone could get a crappy t-shirt from the the costume store and wear them to those tolerance events.
[ he shuts his remaining eye and his nose wrinkles when his head gets wrapped on, but it's more like a scolded child than anything actually painful. :< energy. ]
I'll keep that in mind. [ it's a little wilding to be like, hearing that advice instead of dispensing it. lu bixing will feel some kind of way about missing a body part in a few hours but there's just too much happening right now to consider those emotions.
the crappy t-shirt bit makes him snort. he murmurs: ] I went to Hell, and all I got was this crappy missing eye.
Yeah, you will later. [ it’s not accusatory. just understanding. it won’t be until he clips a table corner that it’ll probably become apparent just how different things are. date can only imagine that with the adrenaline from everything that happened in the execution and the grief of the weekend the practicalities of losing an eye won’t have sunk in for the moment.
it’s not like that kind of adjusting period needs to be rushed in. ]
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Bet if you asked the demons they’d supply one for you. If they found it funny enough. Worst they can do is say no and make fun of you.
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week 1, sunday
anyway at some nebulous point after he's been fussed over to all hell lu bixing is laying down in the common room on the couch. maybe ljh stepped out for a bit?? who knows. anyway. he's got a bandage over his eye and one wrapped around his shoulder, now that he's changed into not bloody clothes.
he's just got his arm over his eye (singular), a book on his chest, and quiet, but he's here. ]
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date will lean on the back of the couch. there's enough space there that lu bixing isn't being crowded, but if he does remove his arm he'll get to See Date. it's comfortable for him at least, and it makes more sense than disturbing him directly on the couch. ]
You got put through the wringer this week, didn't you?
[ emotionally, physically... spiritually... ]
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the voice is familiar too, and he just. laughs a little. god. ]
...I did, I think. It's alright. [ better him than anyone else, really, but... ] I had it better than others.
[ like you know. four. eto. ]
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Please. It was a crappy week all around, but you don't have to pretend it's okay because other people had it worse.
[ get mad about it. ]
How's the eye doing?
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anyway. he reaches up, absently touching underneath the bandage with two gentle fingertips. ]
... It's alright. It doesn't really hurt - Akira brought me some painkillers. [ there's a huff of a noise, a half smile. ] ...My dad was missing the same one. Maybe I'll start going by Monoeye Bixing.
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Yeah, ok. [ he leans down and raps a knuckle lightly on the top of his head. ] Don’t brush it off like that; it hurts like a bitch but the painkillers will help, yeah. Your depth perception’s going to be fucked for a while, so keep an eye on that while you’re here because if someone decides to pull this again it’s going to suck if your adrenaline doesn’t compensate for the fact you aren’t seeing distances right.
Maybe we need a club of people missing an eye here. Everyone could get a crappy t-shirt from the the costume store and wear them to those tolerance events.
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I'll keep that in mind. [ it's a little wilding to be like, hearing that advice instead of dispensing it. lu bixing will feel some kind of way about missing a body part in a few hours but there's just too much happening right now to consider those emotions.
the crappy t-shirt bit makes him snort. he murmurs: ] I went to Hell, and all I got was this crappy missing eye.
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Yeah, you will later. [ it’s not accusatory. just understanding. it won’t be until he clips a table corner that it’ll probably become apparent just how different things are. date can only imagine that with the adrenaline from everything that happened in the execution and the grief of the weekend the practicalities of losing an eye won’t have sunk in for the moment.
it’s not like that kind of adjusting period needs to be rushed in. ]
…
Bet if you asked the demons they’d supply one for you. If they found it funny enough. Worst they can do is say no and make fun of you.