when hunter breathes, lin jingheng lets a breath out of his lungs, constricted, in pain, but it feels worse. breathing feels like pushing through barbed wire.
zhanlu's soft lullaby plinks out. ]
Bixing... [ come home. to our silly little singing machines. to zhanlu's terrible jokes. to the sign that hangs over our door.
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when hunter breathes, lin jingheng lets a breath out of his lungs, constricted, in pain, but it feels worse. breathing feels like pushing through barbed wire.
zhanlu's soft lullaby plinks out. ]
Bixing... [ come home. to our silly little singing machines. to zhanlu's terrible jokes. to the sign that hangs over our door.
engineer 001.
please come home. ]