[ What she doesn't know is that he's as quick with his compliments as he is with his quips, as free with mentioning the good as he is about accepting the bad; he'll tease all he wants about certain things (just try to stop him, really), but when it comes down to it, he's as pleased about using "friends" as a denomination as Lien is.
If he knew she cared, he'd call her stupid— he'd laugh— but as he lingers around, invisible, in the small space of Lien's living room, he comes to the conclusion that the bullheadedness is, in fact, cute.
He has a feeling this is going to boomerang back and bite him in the ass, but, well. What hasn't? Might as well enjoy it while he can.
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The sneezing is what brings Lancer drifting back into the here and now, appearing in the same position as where she'd left him a few hours ago, Gae Bolg resting across his chest. ]
Knowing who we'll be dealing with, it can. [ Thanks, Mr. Headless. ] Bring a flashlight or two with you.
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If he knew she cared, he'd call her stupid— he'd laugh— but as he lingers around, invisible, in the small space of Lien's living room, he comes to the conclusion that the bullheadedness is, in fact, cute.
He has a feeling this is going to boomerang back and bite him in the ass, but, well. What hasn't? Might as well enjoy it while he can.
The sneezing is what brings Lancer drifting back into the here and now, appearing in the same position as where she'd left him a few hours ago, Gae Bolg resting across his chest. ]
Knowing who we'll be dealing with, it can. [ Thanks, Mr. Headless. ] Bring a flashlight or two with you.