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Mmmmmmnn.
[Mollified, he settles a bit, and some of that eerie urgency seeps out of him. One thing he did right, and mostly on time, rather than missing all the chances he should've said something and didn't.
Then, half-asleep: ]
I didn't notice you playing with my hair. M'far too tired to have noticed something like that.
[Snooze time.]
[Mollified, he settles a bit, and some of that eerie urgency seeps out of him. One thing he did right, and mostly on time, rather than missing all the chances he should've said something and didn't.
Then, half-asleep: ]
I didn't notice you playing with my hair. M'far too tired to have noticed something like that.
[Snooze time.]
[
sorry he has to just duck his head and turn it away, shoving his face into lin jingheng's shoulder because today has been such a stupid day and hey there my little pogchamp officially broke him. he tries to very, very poorly muffle a snort and smother his laughter into lin jingheng's jacket and fails. ]
sorry he has to just duck his head and turn it away, shoving his face into lin jingheng's shoulder because today has been such a stupid day and hey there my little pogchamp officially broke him. he tries to very, very poorly muffle a snort and smother his laughter into lin jingheng's jacket and fails. ]
[ hi i'm attacking you now that i'm awake but yeah at some point jingheng just ends up close with his harpoon gun pointed AT THE DOOR. he'll let lu bixing bring him water or whatever, but lin jingheng will play guard dog.
if he ends up being lucid for a bit to eat kon's food, then: ]
Playing with tentacles in your sleep?
if he ends up being lucid for a bit to eat kon's food, then: ]
Playing with tentacles in your sleep?
[ help aaaaaaah he's gonna die. he's just giggling, uselessly now, mushing his face against his shoulder further and taking the moment to compose himself. god. okay. okay, he's cool. he lifts his face, briefly, putting his chin on his shoulder. straight faced. ]
Sorry. I'm - very glad I'm your little pogchamp, Lin.
[ .... and then bursts into giggles again. ]
Sorry. I'm - very glad I'm your little pogchamp, Lin.
[ .... and then bursts into giggles again. ]
Mmmwhat...?
[Still half-asleep as he is, the reference to tentacles doesn't quite connect at first, and so he glances up at where Ryn is still glued to his side (and probably still sleeping, at long last, the poor thing) and squints at his hair because honestly that's the first place his mind would naturally go, on a comment like that.
But then, of course, he has the chance to think about it.]
No, alas. Just fleeting notions of someone I'm certain I'll never see again.
[thancred what the actual fuck does that mean]
[Still half-asleep as he is, the reference to tentacles doesn't quite connect at first, and so he glances up at where Ryn is still glued to his side (and probably still sleeping, at long last, the poor thing) and squints at his hair because honestly that's the first place his mind would naturally go, on a comment like that.
But then, of course, he has the chance to think about it.]
No, alas. Just fleeting notions of someone I'm certain I'll never see again.
[thancred what the actual fuck does that mean]
I — thought. She didn't laugh at my clothes. Didn't act like...
[But he's still kind of tired and out of it, so he unfortunately loses that train of thought before long, before having to grasp around to find it again.]
But it could have been. And what if it was...and I didn't...
[He shakes his head, slowly, forgetting that the head contusions and resultant headache make that a really stupid idea.]
Ngh. But it wasn't. 'Twasn't.
[But he's still kind of tired and out of it, so he unfortunately loses that train of thought before long, before having to grasp around to find it again.]
But it could have been. And what if it was...and I didn't...
[He shakes his head, slowly, forgetting that the head contusions and resultant headache make that a really stupid idea.]
Ngh. But it wasn't. 'Twasn't.
It wasn't.
[ lu bixing is one of those people with a generally calming presence - there's a steadiness to him, an unshakability in that everything will be alright. it's what made him a good leader, in times of great crisis in the eighth, the reason why they even looked to lu bixing in the first place, and he's very much giving off that aura in this curfew, today. bolstering thancred's own statements. ]
... As far as I've heard, those little - I don't know, forays into other places, they like to use other people against you. Usually, it's just an illusion.
[ lu bixing is one of those people with a generally calming presence - there's a steadiness to him, an unshakability in that everything will be alright. it's what made him a good leader, in times of great crisis in the eighth, the reason why they even looked to lu bixing in the first place, and he's very much giving off that aura in this curfew, today. bolstering thancred's own statements. ]
... As far as I've heard, those little - I don't know, forays into other places, they like to use other people against you. Usually, it's just an illusion.
Mmh. I suppose that means I can fault her for stabbing me.
[It's not really a funny joke, but the fact that he's making one at all is probably a good sign. Of course, there's still that phrasing, use other people against you, that makes him wince on sheer reflex.
Quietly, then: ]
Can anything be done for Gideon's hand...?
[Deep down, he knows the answer to this already, too. It's not his fault that LBX is projecting an aura that makes him want to believe in miracles.]
[It's not really a funny joke, but the fact that he's making one at all is probably a good sign. Of course, there's still that phrasing, use other people against you, that makes him wince on sheer reflex.
Quietly, then: ]
Can anything be done for Gideon's hand...?
[Deep down, he knows the answer to this already, too. It's not his fault that LBX is projecting an aura that makes him want to believe in miracles.]
[ help. it's okay. he laughs a little, a tiny huff - mostly because he's used to thancred's sense of humor at this point, and the very slight eyeroll here is affectionate. like, okay. sure. make your jokes, silly man.
anyway. the second part is a little more sobering - lu bixing purses his lips together and glances away, past the living room and out in the direction of another room of the house. nothing here works, which is such a shame, because the medical capsule maybe two doors away could really do a lot for everyone in here. ]
...Not here. [ he says, eventually, brows pinched, and gives a shake of his head. ] But... when we get out of here, definitely. I can engineer something until we can get a bioreplacement. [ a lil two finger prosthetic. ] ...but without my tools here, nothing I make would be as functional.
anyway. the second part is a little more sobering - lu bixing purses his lips together and glances away, past the living room and out in the direction of another room of the house. nothing here works, which is such a shame, because the medical capsule maybe two doors away could really do a lot for everyone in here. ]
...Not here. [ he says, eventually, brows pinched, and gives a shake of his head. ] But... when we get out of here, definitely. I can engineer something until we can get a bioreplacement. [ a lil two finger prosthetic. ] ...but without my tools here, nothing I make would be as functional.
There's no way to...
[And he actually does hesitate here, because there's a way he naturally wants to phrase this question, but the problem is the way he'd default to phrasing it is exactly the thing that everybody always yells at him about — particularly Lu Bixing — and he's actually trying to have character development in the interim, so.]
Even if there were a way to...try. Some bargain to be struck. It still would do no good?
[It takes a fair amount of effort to tactfully detail the problem while avoiding making it sound like a sacrifice, particularly while his head is still aching, but it's not a half-bad attempt at it, really.]
[And he actually does hesitate here, because there's a way he naturally wants to phrase this question, but the problem is the way he'd default to phrasing it is exactly the thing that everybody always yells at him about — particularly Lu Bixing — and he's actually trying to have character development in the interim, so.]
Even if there were a way to...try. Some bargain to be struck. It still would do no good?
[It takes a fair amount of effort to tactfully detail the problem while avoiding making it sound like a sacrifice, particularly while his head is still aching, but it's not a half-bad attempt at it, really.]
[ oh MY GOD
tiredly: ]
...Stop trying to make blood sacrifices when science will do a perfectly acceptable job of fixing something with a little patience... [ if he had a nickel for every time this happened he'd have too many nickels.
he doesn't sound like. angry or anything, at least because well, he's trying, and bixing of all people respects improvement. a little softer:] I know what you're saying, though. I want it to be fixed, too, as soon as we can get it fixed.
[ like two fussy parents worrying over their kid's booboo actually ]
tiredly: ]
...Stop trying to make blood sacrifices when science will do a perfectly acceptable job of fixing something with a little patience... [ if he had a nickel for every time this happened he'd have too many nickels.
he doesn't sound like. angry or anything, at least because well, he's trying, and bixing of all people respects improvement. a little softer:] I know what you're saying, though. I want it to be fixed, too, as soon as we can get it fixed.
[ like two fussy parents worrying over their kid's booboo actually ]
[Oh, wow, does he ever have a Reaction™ to the phrasing of "blood sacrifices", though. Like, actually jerking back a little bit on pure reflex, like he's just been slapped.
Fortunately, it's only a reflex, and he's able to settle back down again pretty quickly.]
...All right. Patience, then.
[He looks away.]
Easier for us than for her, as solutions go.
Fortunately, it's only a reflex, and he's able to settle back down again pretty quickly.]
...All right. Patience, then.
[He looks away.]
Easier for us than for her, as solutions go.
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