[ sinclair's muffled protest comes in the form of scintillating sparkles rebounding from the pale interior of the bathroom. it's a little crowded in here, hong lu notes. but it's also perhaps cozy in a way? the bus had been much this way, hadn't it? all of them crammed into rows of seats, but hong lu hadn't been in places where this many people were around for him to talk to, and to actually receive responses back. it's new, it's fresh.
now, however, they're at a bit of an impasse, aren't they? hong lu considers this. he's not particularly invested in either outcome, but it'd simply be nice to see what happens next. he looks between sinclair, being the world's most stubborn walking LED display, to yi sang, the crow-eyed martyr, and don quixote, who is advancing on sinclair as if on a crusade. well, hong lu thinks, he can't simply cut sinclair's mouth open... he'd have to let him go to do that, then that won't work. what to do? how does one get a mouth open when the mouth does not wish to be open?
hong lu brightens. ]
Don, couldn't you put the rubbing alcohol on your lips and then use your lips to put it on Sinclair's lips?
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now, however, they're at a bit of an impasse, aren't they? hong lu considers this. he's not particularly invested in either outcome, but it'd simply be nice to see what happens next. he looks between sinclair, being the world's most stubborn walking LED display, to yi sang, the crow-eyed martyr, and don quixote, who is advancing on sinclair as if on a crusade. well, hong lu thinks, he can't simply cut sinclair's mouth open... he'd have to let him go to do that, then that won't work. what to do? how does one get a mouth open when the mouth does not wish to be open?
hong lu brightens. ]
Don, couldn't you put the rubbing alcohol on your lips and then use your lips to put it on Sinclair's lips?