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this morning’s FUCK GOTTA GET WORK DONE motivation: working from home means I can wear perfume, so my left forearm smells like modern au NMJ.
not board meeting NMJ, mind you, or even the NMJ at the family meetings that make board meetings a formality. (the questions are certainly easier at board meetings; with the family, nmj has to convince the aunties to vote their shares eith him, and therefore
has to answer sharp questions about the existing debt facility AND when he is getting married)
but nmj alone in the boxing and mma gym that you know modern nmj has an adjunct to the actual cardio and weights gym. middle of the afternoon. lights off. hands in pockets.
but nmj alone in the boxing and mma gym that you know modern nmj has an adjunct to the actual cardio and weights gym. middle of the afternoon. lights off. hands in pockets.
looking out at the boxing ring, the punching bags. and then meng yao comes in, having tracked nmj down not only through the house but work — his assistant said that he’d cleared out for an appointment marked private, see, that’s all it says on outlook, his driver said that he
drove himself that morning. security isn’t on alert, so they know where he is, but won’t say. which, well.
the front gate called to let meng yao know the sect leader came through the gates, so meng yao knows he’s home. methodically goes through the house until he finds nmj
the front gate called to let meng yao know the sect leader came through the gates, so meng yao knows he’s home. methodically goes through the house until he finds nmj
in the basement, with the boxing ring.
nmj ask my if he ever stepped in one of those. my bites back a comment about that not being what he was hired for. but he’s caught onto NMJ’s mood, which is how he ends up in the ring with nmj, being out through some basic sparring
nmj ask my if he ever stepped in one of those. my bites back a comment about that not being what he was hired for. but he’s caught onto NMJ’s mood, which is how he ends up in the ring with nmj, being out through some basic sparring
no gloves. they don’t even change. sleeves rolled up, not even real contact because nmj is teaching meng yao some basic theory. what to watch. where to watch. the footwork actually seems to come naturally to meng yao, but less where to keep his eyes
nmj’s jacket is looped over the ropes. meng yao’s is nearly folded over a chair, next to the papers he was trying to get nmj to sign.
nmj has eight inches in height, thirty pounds or more on meng yao. plus actual training. he is teaching; meng yao is humoring him
nmj has eight inches in height, thirty pounds or more on meng yao. plus actual training. he is teaching; meng yao is humoring him
at the very end, mingjue’s bare knuckles kiss the right corner of meng yao’s mouth when he is watching the wrong thing for the third time.
after that, nmj calls it quits and signs the damn papers. he says that he’s going to take a shower down here in the locker room and looks
after that, nmj calls it quits and signs the damn papers. he says that he’s going to take a shower down here in the locker room and looks
over at meng yao, who looks back at him for a moment, then puts the signature pages back down and follows mingjue in.
this is something that @sir_rates and I were talking about earlier, but le labo oud 27 really made me think about it — oud in general is nmj, but this particular oud is not just amber and musk and the way of bodies, but one of the ouds with a rubber note, like you get in a
boxing gym.
and because it’s a le labo, this does not have monster sillage. it stays close to the skin. it fades relatively quickly.
where was nie mingjue that afternoon? getting bad news from doctors. he holds it close to the skin: he is going to fade.
and because it’s a le labo, this does not have monster sillage. it stays close to the skin. it fades relatively quickly.
where was nie mingjue that afternoon? getting bad news from doctors. he holds it close to the skin: he is going to fade.
meng yao sets down the papers and follows him into the locker room.
