[ 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: ]
[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.
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if he ends up being lucid for a bit to eat kon's food, then: ]
Playing with tentacles in your sleep?
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[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]
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Someone else with tentacles?
I don't think anyone could pry him away from you, so.
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[And tentacles, apparently.]
...Mm. Between him and Bixing, I suppose I'm rather doomed, aren't I?