“Yo.”

By doing it more!

Sighs and drags the kid closer again. “Tis fine---- I’m not mad. Why don’t you tell me where you’ve been all this time?”

As I said--- it was not my fault. I do that all the time.

“Nothing.” He is quick to say, deflating slowly on the bench and sliding down. That was quite the treat and Lancer is feeling it. He sighs, stares ahead of him now that the show is over. “Why would you do that to me?” He asks, turning his head to the side and looking up at Archer with a pout.

That was not my fault--- I was minding my own business.

I could never hurt myself while watching you! What am I talking about? This is all me, of course.

Grasps weakly at his own clothes, mouth open and closing slowly. This is torture, worse than having Gáe Bolg piercing one’s skin. Lancer didn’t know how much longer he could survive like this.

STARING INTENSIFIES

I have all day.

“Difference is, I’m a Servant. I could have died, what’s your excuse?”

“You know that’s not possible.” wink winkk w ink // @falseguard

“---Where the hell have you been?” // @batzoku

Stares really obvious. // @falseguard

grins, his hands wandering behind Archer to grope his ass. // @falseguard