[ Once again, the lizard the size of G*dzilla that lives in his brain and has indecent thoughts about Xie Lian on the regular has an absent thought about how far that blush really goes.
Hua Cheng stays where he is, ignoring the lizard, lolling his head into the crook of one arm.
The other unfolds, hand extending. He picks up one of the knives.
And then he taps it against the one that sunk into the rotten floorboards like butter. tng tng tng, tng tng tng ]
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Oh my god. ]
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he just stays there, face buried in his hands. not moving. ]
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he takes a step back, and then crouches down, folding his arms on top of his knees and just. waiting. fondly. ]
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KNIFE! Knife. Knife, no one can know you - we should get rid of the, the, the knife.
[ and then he starts walking off
without the knives which are both still right there on the floor, muttering, "knife" to himself under his breath. ]
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Hua Cheng stays where he is, ignoring the lizard, lolling his head into the crook of one arm.
The other unfolds, hand extending. He picks up one of the knives.
And then he taps it against the one that sunk into the rotten floorboards like butter. tng tng tng, tng tng tng ]
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