[ he messages him his address afterwards, right before he falls asleep, and spends the next day steadfastly trying not to think about what he's agreed to. a date. a date. lin doesn't go on dates, because they're stupid and he doesn't have time. they're a distraction. he's not interested in people. there are so many reasons he can list as to why this shouldn't be happening, but he doesn't pick up his phone and call it off. he simply stews in his own stupidity, so absurdly angry that he catches a close call on a job and ends up sporting a giant bruise on his shoulder where he'd been slammed into a wall. just what he needed for his outfit.
on the day of the date, he comes home early and tries on clothes, ultimately deciding on a cream and blue two-piece bikini. he opts for something more casual on top, denim shorts and a sheer white blouse. his hair gets pulled into a bun, his bangs and a few locks framing his face. only a little makeup. sandals with a short heel on his feet. he throws some extra things into a large tote, lotion and towels and lip gloss. his knife, a few extra bullets for the pistol. a container of dumplings and two pairs of chopsticks, because if he's going to die on this beach, it won't be of starvation.
then he waits, alternatively scowling at his phone and at the window while he looks for that ugly van to show up. ]
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[ he messages him his address afterwards, right before he falls asleep, and spends the next day steadfastly trying not to think about what he's agreed to. a date. a date. lin doesn't go on dates, because they're stupid and he doesn't have time. they're a distraction. he's not interested in people. there are so many reasons he can list as to why this shouldn't be happening, but he doesn't pick up his phone and call it off. he simply stews in his own stupidity, so absurdly angry that he catches a close call on a job and ends up sporting a giant bruise on his shoulder where he'd been slammed into a wall. just what he needed for his outfit.
on the day of the date, he comes home early and tries on clothes, ultimately deciding on a cream and blue two-piece bikini. he opts for something more casual on top, denim shorts and a sheer white blouse. his hair gets pulled into a bun, his bangs and a few locks framing his face. only a little makeup. sandals with a short heel on his feet. he throws some extra things into a large tote, lotion and towels and lip gloss. his knife, a few extra bullets for the pistol. a container of dumplings and two pairs of chopsticks, because if he's going to die on this beach, it won't be of starvation.
then he waits, alternatively scowling at his phone and at the window while he looks for that ugly van to show up. ]