You Bend, You Break
Back in the Qing's household, things were going pretty… chill? There was no other way Qing Lok would describe it. Despite knowing that there was a huge possibility that they might be running for their lives soon, it was like things were still normal.
He tapped the clipboard with the pen that he was holding. "I guess that's it," he told Clown. They were down in the armory of yet another one of the stockrooms of Enigma disguised as an empty house.
"How about a drink, boss?" Clown asked.
"Yeah, thank you."
Also, at every stockroom, they had plenty of drinks. The world might end tomorrow. They liked to be prepared. Qing Lok was already running the numbers in his head. His mind might not be like Qing Chen's when it came to solving, but it was a close second.
"We're going to need to order more," he informed Clown. "We also need spares."