[ the one time in his live that lin jingheng doesn't want silence from zhanlu. he glances towards the little flicky tongue and he blinks a moment before the familiar tick downwards to his brows takes its place.
meanwhile, the gauntlet does nothing i'm sorry popcorn your daddy is dead
except— ]
WHAT DO YOU CALL A SNAKE THAT BAKES? A PIE-TH—
[ lin jingheng immediately smacks his gauntleted fist into his naked one. ]
no subject
[ the one time in his live that lin jingheng doesn't want silence from zhanlu. he glances towards the little flicky tongue and he blinks a moment before the familiar tick downwards to his brows takes its place.
meanwhile, the gauntlet does nothing i'm sorry popcorn your daddy is dead
except— ]
WHAT DO YOU CALL A SNAKE THAT BAKES? A PIE-TH—
[ lin jingheng immediately smacks his gauntleted fist into his naked one. ]
Forget fixing him.