[ outside of the college building, more out of the way from where foot traffic may go, there is the telltale sound of glass shattering against something. there's a beat, which could be concerning - if not for the fact there's another, similar sound. it continues.
the crystal explosion of something made of glass. silence. again. ]
[ a small jolt, and the next beaker fumbles and falls to the ground with a dull thump, rather than breaking. it's like a child caught in the cookie jar, but he doesn't lash out about it - just bites his lip. ]
... not really going for form. More like catharsis. [ toeing at the dropped beaker ] Self-taught delinquent doesn't make for a lot of form when you split time as a hacker and programmer, anyways.
Fights and fires are the flowers of Edo. [ he'll... follow. it's fine. ]
There's people here with shittier tempers than mine, but I don't mind a fight. Kind of prone to them sometimes. And where I'm from, kids like me - especially when I was younger, but even now - are prime targets for the black market.
So, I learned how to fight on my own. Just doesn't have a whole lot of finesse and form even if I'm good at improvising.
[ ... ]
Nevermind that I can barely use my right arm most of the time. Have to accommodate for it.
[ sometimes japan's population starts to decline and never gets a second wind, even as the birth of geniuses starts to increase in those numbers. it sure caused a supply and demand issue.
... kon straightens a little while he's being a bit scrutinized? he doesn't normally want adult approval - abhors seeking it, actually - but. he respects the commander. ]
[ read: i want nothing. lin jingheng believes he wants nothing, but they have been through so much in so little time, and kon has proven himself in ways the lin jingheng can only approve of, even when they are unorthodox and strange. ]
but, also. kon has already decided that this is an exchange. he's going to make sure that lin jingheng knows how to cook a few things so that he can feed lu bixing.
or just be less lost when looking at food. the man's good at so many other things, might as well help him in a place where he fails. ]
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wk 2, sunday
the crystal explosion of something made of glass. silence. again. ]
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[ surprise. a bitch is here. and he's folding his arms unhappily. ]
Just because there's an explosion... doesn't mean your form isn't poor.
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... not really going for form. More like catharsis. [ toeing at the dropped beaker ] Self-taught delinquent doesn't make for a lot of form when you split time as a hacker and programmer, anyways.
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[ he nudges at the beaker and pushes his foot away, guiding him back to the counter instead. ]
I have the time.
[ the energy. ]
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There's people here with shittier tempers than mine, but I don't mind a fight. Kind of prone to them sometimes. And where I'm from, kids like me - especially when I was younger, but even now - are prime targets for the black market.
So, I learned how to fight on my own. Just doesn't have a whole lot of finesse and form even if I'm good at improvising.
[ ... ]
Nevermind that I can barely use my right arm most of the time. Have to accommodate for it.
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[ lin jingheng looks him over silently, his eyes narrowing. it isn't an uncommon situation, it happens on the eighth all the time. ]
Tuesday and Thursday mornings.
[ he stares hard at him. ]
Come meet me in the gym.
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... kon straightens a little while he's being a bit scrutinized? he doesn't normally want adult approval - abhors seeking it, actually - but. he respects the commander. ]
... wait. [ huh? ] Are you - is this an exchange.
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[ read: i want nothing. lin jingheng believes he wants nothing, but they have been through so much in so little time, and kon has proven himself in ways the lin jingheng can only approve of, even when they are unorthodox and strange. ]
Tuesday and Thursday mornings. You and me.
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but, also. kon has already decided that this is an exchange. he's going to make sure that lin jingheng knows how to cook a few things so that he can feed lu bixing.
or just be less lost when looking at food. the man's good at so many other things, might as well help him in a place where he fails. ]
Okay. How early?
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[ raises a brow. ]
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[ he's usually awake to make breakfast before then, anyways, even if he doesn't go to bed until late. ]
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[ his hand lifts and he just
rudely tousles kon's hair. ]
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[ loathsome, thank you. his hair's probably down out of its topknot, at least, so he just fucks up his wolfcut even more. ]
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[ RUFFLES HARDER NOOGIES ]
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[ STOP, LIZARD MAN. tries to duck away from screams
at least now he's not thinking about the fact that someone he cares about just died very tragically in front of him today. if only for a bit. ]
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