mugen comes from the kitchen, looking exhausted. he's got a baked potato that he's just... tiredly trying to eat with his hands, as well as his bottle of brandy, and he seems like he's not going to be stopping in the lounge. he's finishing that bottle, and... shattering it against the fireplace? huh.
et tu, binghe ]
DO YOU EVER JUST. THINK YOU HIT SEND ON A TAG. AAAAAA
maybe it's just the fact that he's been kidnapped. maybe it's the fact that he's stuck with shen qingqiu - and that shen qingqiu looks decidedly different than the last time binghe saw him. (mainly, he has all four of his limbs and two working eyes, all of which are unacceptable). it's put him in a pissy mood, and mugen, poor mugen.
mugen was just the last little irritant of the day.
in the evening, binghe strides out into the living room to the sound of glass shattering, and if he wasn't considering doing what he was going to do already, that would've just sealed it.
hand on xin mo, he stares down at this poor excuse for a swordsman that's taking up space. ]
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mugen comes from the kitchen, looking exhausted. he's got a baked potato that he's just... tiredly trying to eat with his hands, as well as his bottle of brandy, and he seems like he's not going to be stopping in the lounge. he's finishing that bottle, and... shattering it against the fireplace? huh.
et tu, binghe ]
DO YOU EVER JUST. THINK YOU HIT SEND ON A TAG. AAAAAA
maybe it's just the fact that he's been kidnapped. maybe it's the fact that he's stuck with shen qingqiu - and that shen qingqiu looks decidedly different than the last time binghe saw him. (mainly, he has all four of his limbs and two working eyes, all of which are unacceptable). it's put him in a pissy mood, and mugen, poor mugen.
mugen was just the last little irritant of the day.
in the evening, binghe strides out into the living room to the sound of glass shattering, and if he wasn't considering doing what he was going to do already, that would've just sealed it.
hand on xin mo, he stares down at this poor excuse for a swordsman that's taking up space. ]
Can you not be a drunk quietly, either?
IM STILL LAUGHING ilu sisi
What. [ it takes him a second. ] What's your problem? I'm busy. Buzz off.
[ he crouches down to grab one of the glass pieces off the ground. ]