[ Lancer, in his civilian clothes, sees fit to hover behind Ai and appreciate the music as well; he's a head taller than most of the other spectators, and he doesn't want to block views.
This is new, for him. It's a meld of instruments he's never heard before, and he appreciates the experience up and until the moment he feels a foreign weight against his side...
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This is new, for him. It's a meld of instruments he's never heard before, and he appreciates the experience up and until the moment he feels a foreign weight against his side...
...and against his back...
...
................
He'll concentrate on the music. ]