[ He hardly needs to be told, but he figures that she understands his stance by now. A nod, and he dissipates into spiritual form, wondering whether or not Ai likes lavender.
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The remnants of the fight from the night before leaves Fuyuki in a light fog; thick clouds hang heavy over the previously-clear sky, reminiscent of the night Lancer met Ai. It's not ideal weather for exploration, but Lancer is prepared and ready to move out regardless, in his civilian clothes in case Ai wants to walk outside in company.
Lingering in the living room, he polishes the runes on Gae Dearg idly, tracing the outline of his lance with care. ]
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The remnants of the fight from the night before leaves Fuyuki in a light fog; thick clouds hang heavy over the previously-clear sky, reminiscent of the night Lancer met Ai. It's not ideal weather for exploration, but Lancer is prepared and ready to move out regardless, in his civilian clothes in case Ai wants to walk outside in company.
Lingering in the living room, he polishes the runes on Gae Dearg idly, tracing the outline of his lance with care. ]