Well, the scruff suits you. It - it looks good on you.
[ his face isn't getting warm or anything. milk, what a stupid request, but one he aims to fill. he scowls into the fridge, grabbing a small carton and draining it into a glass. he isn't much a fan of milk in and of itself, but he does like to cook sometimes, and tries to keep some basic things on hand. he's building up a nice catalog of recipes to make sure his mother is well fed every day, when he finally sees her again. as an afterthought, he grabs one of the cans of beer. ]
Here.
[ he pads over, feeling ridiculously small next to rex's entirely too tall stature, and offers him the glass. this sort of height should be against the law. following rex's gaze to the window, he absently taps a neatly manicured nail against the glass. it's certainly a beautiful view, the sun setting over the city while buildings twinkle to life. lin hates and loves this place all at once, a prisoner to the city, but allowed to experience the comforts of life for the first time. as a starving child in the slums, he never would have guessed he'd end up here, still monstrously poor and in an exorbitant amount of debt, but still living in what amounts to absolute luxury for him. ]
I didn't know you had a motorcycle. I was expecting the van.
[ he pops open the beer despite not wanting to drink it, but it can't go to waste, so he drinks. it's as disgusting as he remembers, but he's determined to finish it. he half turns toward rex, leaning his shoulder into the window like a casual seventeen-story drop won't hurt him. he looks like he wants to say something, gripping his beer tighter, before he stalks away, disappearing into the bedroom, and when he comes back, he's holding a bottle of lotion. ]
Here. You need to put this on.
[ he grabs rex's hand before he can make a decision of his own, squirting out a generous amount, then pauses before he goes ahead and starts rubbing it in. rex's hands are big, starkly in contrast with lin's small but strong ones. the skin is as rough and calloused as he expected, and while the lotion doesn't work any immediate miracles, his hands do feel a little softer by the time lin is done working them over. ]
There. That feels better, right?
[ he snags his beer again and takes a long swig, looking at rex as if he dares him to disagree. his own hands feel nice and soft now, too. ]
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[ his face isn't getting warm or anything. milk, what a stupid request, but one he aims to fill. he scowls into the fridge, grabbing a small carton and draining it into a glass. he isn't much a fan of milk in and of itself, but he does like to cook sometimes, and tries to keep some basic things on hand. he's building up a nice catalog of recipes to make sure his mother is well fed every day, when he finally sees her again. as an afterthought, he grabs one of the cans of beer. ]
Here.
[ he pads over, feeling ridiculously small next to rex's entirely too tall stature, and offers him the glass. this sort of height should be against the law. following rex's gaze to the window, he absently taps a neatly manicured nail against the glass. it's certainly a beautiful view, the sun setting over the city while buildings twinkle to life. lin hates and loves this place all at once, a prisoner to the city, but allowed to experience the comforts of life for the first time. as a starving child in the slums, he never would have guessed he'd end up here, still monstrously poor and in an exorbitant amount of debt, but still living in what amounts to absolute luxury for him. ]
I didn't know you had a motorcycle. I was expecting the van.
[ he pops open the beer despite not wanting to drink it, but it can't go to waste, so he drinks. it's as disgusting as he remembers, but he's determined to finish it. he half turns toward rex, leaning his shoulder into the window like a casual seventeen-story drop won't hurt him. he looks like he wants to say something, gripping his beer tighter, before he stalks away, disappearing into the bedroom, and when he comes back, he's holding a bottle of lotion. ]
Here. You need to put this on.
[ he grabs rex's hand before he can make a decision of his own, squirting out a generous amount, then pauses before he goes ahead and starts rubbing it in. rex's hands are big, starkly in contrast with lin's small but strong ones. the skin is as rough and calloused as he expected, and while the lotion doesn't work any immediate miracles, his hands do feel a little softer by the time lin is done working them over. ]
There. That feels better, right?
[ he snags his beer again and takes a long swig, looking at rex as if he dares him to disagree. his own hands feel nice and soft now, too. ]