OPEN | mistletoe? its august

[melocoton]

the mistletoe meme.
Congrats! You're stuck under the mistletoe with someone. Pucker up, buttercup. It could be forced, or it could be normal--it's your choice!

it's august and i'm sad, lets be self indulgent.

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[engineers]

[ absolutely not

by which i mean!!! it is absolutely nowhere near any sort of christmas season. it's just another day in the eighth galaxy, and on another day in the galaxy, the prime minister lu bixing is up to something. he's made his way to the office of the silver fleet commander today, just a hop skip and a jump from the prime minister's own, sauntering up to the slightly ajar door with his hands folded behind his back.

said prime minister pads into lin jingheng's office, nudges the heavy oak door open with his hip, and leans against the doorframe. (sexily) (he made sure he looked cute in the mirror before he came up the stairs.) ]

Hello, handsome; do you have any lunch plans?

[awol]

[ RUN *sudden meme of umbrellas tumbling along a beach*

anyways. he's looking up from his paperwork, knuckles pressed into his cheek from where he's leaning against his hand. he pushes said papers into their proper folder (this is so old-fashioned, they really have to get these things scanned or integrated or whatever. he's so sick of it.) lu bixing is, of course, posturing again. he's like some animal who is in a constant state of courtship, peacocking but only around jingheng.

he can't say he doesn't like it. but he won't ever admit to it either. bixing must never know.

in any case, he leans back in his chair and gestures for him to come in. ]

Shut the door, you're embarrassing yourself.

... And no. I didn't.

[ he was going to have zhanlu hit him up with a nutrient syringe again eyyyyyy working through lunch! ]

[engineers]

[ yay!!!! he is not surprised to hear this, honestly, and sways into jingheng's office, kicking the door shut with his heel behind him, hands still behind his back. his master plan is working!! ]

I thought... maybe we could go get lunch. For old time's sake! We could go home, and cook something, or we could go out on a date. Sneak away from the paparazzi. What do you think?