[To think Greed tried to separate them, when he still acts like this... laughable. Ling nods a few times, only letting go of Greed and leaning away to pick his phone up off the bed before he hugs tight around his waist again. A minute is fine; he can get a lot out of a minute, and when he leans back he looks like he might have something more to say, hesitates, then pushes up on his toes to kiss Greed quickly instead.]
I'll be back.
[And then he's gone, slipping out of the apartment and back down to the street. He does go home - climbs in through the window, avoids speaking to anyone except for Lan Fan, and that is an argument for the ages. She'll follow him anywhere, but she plainly refuses to help him pack - fair enough. Some clothes, Lan Fan's personal arsenal, the money he can get away with taking without raising suspicion—waiting until the hour before daybreak is the worst part.
When the time comes they go out the window again, Lan Fan first, and Ling pauses before tossing his bag down to her to look back at his bedroom and wonder. Something sentimental, Greed had said, and it occurs to him he doesn't have anything like that.
That's that, then. They're gone, and public transit at five in the morning is a real adventure, and then Ling shows up again at number 303 with an angry girl who's boring holes through the door with her gaze before they're even let inside. Lan Fan is having a fantastic time already.]
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I'll be back.
[And then he's gone, slipping out of the apartment and back down to the street. He does go home - climbs in through the window, avoids speaking to anyone except for Lan Fan, and that is an argument for the ages. She'll follow him anywhere, but she plainly refuses to help him pack - fair enough. Some clothes, Lan Fan's personal arsenal, the money he can get away with taking without raising suspicion—waiting until the hour before daybreak is the worst part.
When the time comes they go out the window again, Lan Fan first, and Ling pauses before tossing his bag down to her to look back at his bedroom and wonder. Something sentimental, Greed had said, and it occurs to him he doesn't have anything like that.
That's that, then. They're gone, and public transit at five in the morning is a real adventure, and then Ling shows up again at number 303 with an angry girl who's boring holes through the door with her gaze before they're even let inside. Lan Fan is having a fantastic time already.]