[This is a relationship now, as much as neither of them have really said it out loud. Greed saying Ling is his and Ling agreeing, well - that's something, but it's not "changing your relationship status on social media" something, which is the standard ordinary people tend to go by. But Ling knows this is an actual, honest-to-god relationship, and honestly-- it's nice! Going on dates is nice, staying over at Greed's place is better, even learning dirty fight tricks and how to mix a drink is something special.
He's never really put his all into something before, but he's in deep with Greed now, and it's overwhelming and exciting all at once. When the Devil's Nest group cracks the code (and Ling comments to Greed in the car one evening how he's surprised it took them that long and needed such an obvious visual cue, considering how the two of them have never been subtle about all this)— Ling laughs and laughs, and he's happy to be included as more than the annoying little brat who wouldn't actually drink his drinks.
It's fun. He doesn't have fun most of the time, but now - he catches himself counting the hours he has to put up with meetings and business and wearing suits, the hours before he can get the hell out of there and go back to Greed and the people who actually see him, not just another Yao cutthroat-in-training.
A bunch of texts waking him up in the middle of the night isn't really novel, but when he rolls over to grab his phone and reads them, something is off.]
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He's never really put his all into something before, but he's in deep with Greed now, and it's overwhelming and exciting all at once. When the Devil's Nest group cracks the code (and Ling comments to Greed in the car one evening how he's surprised it took them that long and needed such an obvious visual cue, considering how the two of them have never been subtle about all this)— Ling laughs and laughs, and he's happy to be included as more than the annoying little brat who wouldn't actually drink his drinks.
It's fun. He doesn't have fun most of the time, but now - he catches himself counting the hours he has to put up with meetings and business and wearing suits, the hours before he can get the hell out of there and go back to Greed and the people who actually see him, not just another Yao cutthroat-in-training.
A bunch of texts waking him up in the middle of the night isn't really novel, but when he rolls over to grab his phone and reads them, something is off.]
hi?
did something hhpan
happen????
[He's barely awake, go easy on him.]