[It takes all of Tong's squishy strength to keep the hot-headed Xing down. Thankfully there's one last porring to hopefully help explain things to Red while the other two wrestle with each other. Xiong gingerly slides forward, black gumdrop eyes shining with worry and tears. Like a soggy sponge the porring leaks slime as he mulches over to Red and pulls weakly at a shoe lace. Xiong directs a purposeful gaze over to the desk, and a fierce flare will be reflected back into Red's eyes should he shift and allow a bit of sunlight to fall onto the shadows.
The crystal is colourless and flawless without a scratch, despite all the slime stains old and new. But underneath the translucent shell is the man he's looking for, encased in a crystal prison, trapped at his desk. The pen in his hand and the book he was writing in was spared, but dust coats the table and the writing implements, as well as the rest of the chair. With eyebrow furrowed with focus and mouth set into a deep, thoughtful frown, Lu Meng must've been in the middle of his writing when the world thought to play a little trick on him, to the distress of his porrings.]
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The crystal is colourless and flawless without a scratch, despite all the slime stains old and new. But underneath the translucent shell is the man he's looking for, encased in a crystal prison, trapped at his desk. The pen in his hand and the book he was writing in was spared, but dust coats the table and the writing implements, as well as the rest of the chair. With eyebrow furrowed with focus and mouth set into a deep, thoughtful frown, Lu Meng must've been in the middle of his writing when the world thought to play a little trick on him, to the distress of his porrings.]