[ setting aside the last of his cleaned tools, yingxing stands and washes his hands thoroughly in the small sink, chatting all the while. ]

Yeah, it would've been a three month wait if they hadn't cancelled. Lucky for me, you're here now.

[ a subtle flirt, but one that could be easily written off as friendliness, even if it certainly means more. drying his hands on a towel, yingxing turns, leaning up against the countertop with his arms lightly crossed, his sleeveless top showing off strong, well-muscled arms and his intricately patterned tattoos. down his right arm runs a sleeve of stars from shoulder to wrist, while his left is inked in clockwork gears and mechanical parts. ink trails along his shoulders and collarbone, disappearing down into his shirt. a close, critical eye might notice the scarring on his skin - lacerations against the backs of his arms, and burn marks along his forearms, but they are well hidden beneath the layers of beautiful ink. ]

But you're my last for tonight, so we've got plenty of time. Why don't you get comfortable and tell me about what you're looking for?

[ he gestures to the comfortable sofa against the wall, then leans to turn down the radio he'd been listening to, dulling to music to a quiet hum. ]