i left my soul in my vision.

  ( with his arm sturdy, it only makes for an easier climb. watch as arata lifts a leg to sit onto the other’s shoulder for leverage – like a squirrel reaching for it’s acorn. He’s trying to pry his phone free with his only available hand. bitch. )

i’m getting the phone.

(he was persistent, he’d give him that much. a sigh comes from parted lips, emiya reaching with his free hand to pry the other off and away from him. arata was stubborn, but so was the archer.)

damm ,,,,,,,, save some ara ships for the rest of us HJNBHBNVHBVGHV

    ( well. there it is – the first pinch of annoyance, mainly centering around his reprimand. calm down? he was already calm. and now? he’s well on his way to being very not-calm. arata jumps for his arm, latching onto what he could reach as though he were hanging from a branch – full intent to climb and grab for his phone, himself. )

     fuck off.

(the archer hardly flinches, his arms unrelenting even as arata tries to make a grab for the phone. this guy reminded him of a certain gold king, especially with their similar short temper. thankfully, EMIYA was a pro at handling the difficult types by now.)

{ 🌹 } ||      She’s enjoying being his bongo drum for the time being. Back to baking.

{ 🌹 } ||      “….No. I like the spontaneity. Continue.”

y-yes…