[ hong lu smiles. daan's thumb comes for his burn. he observes it with the detached air of someone observing the bisection of someone else's limb.

it hurts a little, hong lu thinks, but it isn't anything to worry about. it merely looked fascinating, and hong lu wanted to know how long it would stay this way. ]

Hmm... not really. It's nothing like being dissolved into goo, or turned into a pancake by a trashcrab. [ with his other hand, hong lu takes the glass. he looks at it from two different angles, and then, deciding that the refraction of the glass is rather pretty, takes a sip.

with a curious gaze: ] Am I supposed to feel it?