KON.

[awol]

i'm spoonless in mobile hell.

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[refate]

[ applebapple!! but he does pause in his chopping when he hears the knock, glancing up. when he sees it's jingheng, he gives a small wave with the knife, as if to beckon in.

he goes right back to it, though it's slightly less aggressive. ]

It's just going to keep getting worse, isn't it.

[awol]

Don't know. Probably.

Think Satan's watching right now?

[refate]

Probably. [ the scrape-slide of a knife across a cutting board, sweeping the onions into a bowl. ] And he can go fuck himself, if he is.

[awol]

Sure fucking can.

What are you making.

[refate]

Filling for baozi. [ he swipes the knife off on the lip of the bowl before he moves on. ]

S'not hard, if you want me to teach you. [ for something to do ]

[awol]

[ it's better than kon potentially slicing off a finger in his rage so lin jingheng slowly shrugs his jacket and gloves, moving to wash his hands.

he at least knows that much.




he does still have a cigarette in his mouth tho so,,, ]