[ WHERE IS MY SON! WHERE IS HE! WHERE IS MY SON AND MY GRANDSON RIGHT THIS MINUTE! lin jingheng is basically just gonna walk right the fuck in to wherever he is and sit himself down next to him. ]
kon is sitting in the dorm common room at the moment, actually, with yoru clinging to his side like a barnacle. he glances up when lin jingheng comes in, and doesn't tell him to go away when he sits - but dad will notice that his temperature is extremely high, like radiating feverishly off him. ]
[ stop laughing this second i hate this i just heard that kon turned into a strawberry. ]
You should be in bed.
Why are you out here?
[ the vibe is: he won't make kon go anywhere, but he will toss his jacket over his shoulders very very carefully. some of it flops around yoru gently too. ]
I was. What's it going to matter, it's going to be the same no matter where I'm at. [ a little bit testy. but after a beat, he seems to realize and tries to rein it in, eyes closing as he pulls the jacket more securely to cover the missing arm. ] Sorry. Think something's going on.
[ yoru's face peeks out. ] Kon got so mad he caught fire! Don't catch fire again!
[ lin jingheng is rather patient through the brief snapping, raising his brow just a little until kon finally eases back up. he glances down at yoru, who is rather close to his hand with zhanlu perched on it as a gauntlet. a soft melody begins to play from the blue core of his palm, low enough to speak over, loud enough to entertain maybe.
he doesn't have to touch kon to know he's feverish. he just wants to be here in case he needs a walk back to his room.
worry pricks at him and he curls his fingers into his palm. ]
You want to talk about it? Or is it going to make that something worse?
[ u gonna burst into flames.............. sweats ]
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w3, thursday because FUCK!!!!!
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kon is sitting in the dorm common room at the moment, actually, with yoru clinging to his side like a barnacle. he glances up when lin jingheng comes in, and doesn't tell him to go away when he sits - but dad will notice that his temperature is extremely high, like radiating feverishly off him. ]
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You should be in bed.
Why are you out here?
[ the vibe is: he won't make kon go anywhere, but he will toss his jacket over his shoulders very very carefully. some of it flops around yoru gently too. ]
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I was. What's it going to matter, it's going to be the same no matter where I'm at. [ a little bit testy. but after a beat, he seems to realize and tries to rein it in, eyes closing as he pulls the jacket more securely to cover the missing arm. ] Sorry. Think something's going on.
[ yoru's face peeks out. ] Kon got so mad he caught fire! Don't catch fire again!
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[ lin jingheng is rather patient through the brief snapping, raising his brow just a little until kon finally eases back up. he glances down at yoru, who is rather close to his hand with zhanlu perched on it as a gauntlet. a soft melody begins to play from the blue core of his palm, low enough to speak over, loud enough to entertain maybe.
he doesn't have to touch kon to know he's feverish. he just wants to be here in case he needs a walk back to his room.
worry pricks at him and he curls his fingers into his palm. ]
You want to talk about it? Or is it going to make that something worse?
[ u gonna burst into flames.............. sweats ]