ANYWAYS here's lin. he has zhanlu on his arm, who is currently singing a little song, and a cigarette in his mouth because what a fucking day. he is bee-lining it to wherever hunter happens to be resting after all of that. where he be. ]
[imagine if i said he was running laps after all that
But, no. He's in the dorm common room! Sitting on the couch and looking at the new scar on his neck through his phone camera. For once, Flapjack isn't using his owner as a perch, instead sitting on the back of the couch while warbling in concern. And every now and then, Hunter glances at the bird... a strange look on his face.
[ he still looks pretty concerned and will sit down on one of the couch cushions next to hunter. opening the bag he will set some sandwiches before him for selection as well as some cans of fruit juice thanks convenience store.
ta da. ]
You were dead in the water...
[ he doesn't know what else to call it. his hands retreat to the couch cushions as he smokes away.
(also he will give a little nod to flapjack. we will take care of this boy.) ]
[Flapjack looks back at Lin Jingheng high-key concerned, even more so than usual, and warbling softly. Help.
Hunter watches him set everything down, quietly wringing his hands for a moment. Thinking.]
I... did die. I think. Again? Back there, before we showed up on the beach. I died. And for a while I was still there, as part of that girl, but— then... [...] I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm glad I'm back in hell, too.
[ sweet flapjack... ljh just gives him a brief look and nods. ]
Who was she?
When you were her... you looked down at yourself and cried.
[ he looks down at hunter wringing his hands and then down at himself, with his own hand flexing out of what? nerves? anxiety? he hasn't felt this way in so long, like when lu bixing's little brats flung themselves into deep space on a stolen mech. somehow this feels worse.
with one hand, he just... ruffles his hair. softly. belatedly maybe, now that he knows it was hunter... ]
[He begins to say, but then there's a LJH's hand ruffling his hair and he cuts himself off abruptly to stare at him in surprise, both of his hands having gone still. Then his face does something funny, like [knock-off mxtx voice] Hunter isn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Maybe a little bit of both. He does not... dislike this, though.]
She's, uh. [Sets both of his hands down on his lap. Stares at them instead. And then, quietly:] She's... someone important to me. I think. But I don't know how or why she's important to me, or where we even met. I just know I really couldn't stand to watch her die.
[ he listens to this, brow furrowing because he doesn't remember? there's just the remnant of someone being important, someone important enough to create such a visceral response. he remains there, steady, though his hand pulls away. ]
If the feeling is still there... [ looking downwards into his own lap ] then maybe the memory of her will return to you soon.
[Just as quietly, but. With a little tinge of hysteria there, at the end.]
I, uh, actually. Can't remember anything. [Haha!] From... before. Before I woke up in that cell with everyone else here. Like, logically, there must've been something, right? We're in hell! But it's just— woosh.
[Flapjack twitters again. This bird is stressed for now obvious reasons.]
They messed with my mind the last time I returned from one of those adventures, but...
[ because man that is actually pretty fucking weird. his face doesn't betray it but he does not like that at all actually. his voice is gently, and his eyes turn to him. ]
... What exactly do you remember? Before arriving here?
[Sometimes, you go on an adventure and your brain gets swiss cheesed. Hunter shakes his head, drawing one off his knees up to his chest.]
That's the thing: I don't. Um, Flapjack? [Said like he knows this is the right name but he doesn't actually know.] Has been trying to fill me in. But my earliest memory is waking up in that cell and getting kicked by Chandra.
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ANYWAYS here's lin. he has zhanlu on his arm, who is currently singing a little song, and a cigarette in his mouth because what a fucking day. he is bee-lining it to wherever hunter happens to be resting after all of that. where he be. ]
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But, no. He's in the dorm common room! Sitting on the couch and looking at the new scar on his neck through his phone camera. For once, Flapjack isn't using his owner as a perch, instead sitting on the back of the couch while warbling in concern. And every now and then, Hunter glances at the bird... a strange look on his face.
That is probably fine.]
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that's cute they have matching scars now :> (also no)
but jingheng is here and he has come bearing gifts from the convenience store in a plastic bag. ]
Hunter.
[ his grip on it tightens and it crinkles a bit. ]
How's your side?
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... It's okay. [He's holding himself a little awkwardly because of it, but.] I've had worse. It doesn't feel as bad as it looked.
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ta da. ]
You were dead in the water...
[ he doesn't know what else to call it. his hands retreat to the couch cushions as he smokes away.
(also he will give a little nod to flapjack. we will take care of this boy.) ]
I'm... relieved that you're back.
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Hunter watches him set everything down, quietly wringing his hands for a moment. Thinking.]
I... did die. I think. Again? Back there, before we showed up on the beach. I died. And for a while I was still there, as part of that girl, but— then... [...] I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm glad I'm back in hell, too.
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Who was she?
When you were her... you looked down at yourself and cried.
[ he looks down at hunter wringing his hands and then down at himself, with his own hand flexing out of what? nerves? anxiety? he hasn't felt this way in so long, like when lu bixing's little brats flung themselves into deep space on a stolen mech. somehow this feels worse.
with one hand, he just... ruffles his hair. softly. belatedly maybe, now that he knows it was hunter... ]
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[He begins to say, but then there's a LJH's hand ruffling his hair and he cuts himself off abruptly to stare at him in surprise, both of his hands having gone still. Then his face does something funny, like [knock-off mxtx voice] Hunter isn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Maybe a little bit of both. He does not... dislike this, though.]
She's, uh. [Sets both of his hands down on his lap. Stares at them instead. And then, quietly:] She's... someone important to me. I think. But I don't know how or why she's important to me, or where we even met. I just know I really couldn't stand to watch her die.
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If the feeling is still there... [ looking downwards into his own lap ] then maybe the memory of her will return to you soon.
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[Just as quietly, but. With a little tinge of hysteria there, at the end.]
I, uh, actually. Can't remember anything. [Haha!] From... before. Before I woke up in that cell with everyone else here. Like, logically, there must've been something, right? We're in hell! But it's just— woosh.
[Flapjack twitters again. This bird is stressed for now obvious reasons.]
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Logically. But we know this place defies that.
They messed with my mind the last time I returned from one of those adventures, but...
[ because man that is actually pretty fucking weird. his face doesn't betray it but he does not like that at all actually. his voice is gently, and his eyes turn to him. ]
... What exactly do you remember? Before arriving here?
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That's the thing: I don't. Um, Flapjack? [Said like he knows this is the right name but he doesn't actually know.] Has been trying to fill me in. But my earliest memory is waking up in that cell and getting kicked by Chandra.