[ hong lu looks at the hand. with a smile, he clasps it, and pulls himself up. he is limber as he stands to attention. around him, his hair is a terror of a waterfall, long and murk like an untenable galaxy.
his hand slips into his pocket for his extra hairtie. hong lu says, ]
Ah, right. The bet. I've never done anyone a favour before. What is it?
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his hand slips into his pocket for his extra hairtie. hong lu says, ]
Ah, right. The bet. I've never done anyone a favour before. What is it?