[ Despite being quite good at filling up empty airspace with words, Lancer's usually the sort to travel quietly. To weave between a crowd rather than plow straight through it. He walks softly.
But when he has company (in this case, when he finds and forces himself on company), there's more value in engaging. He cants his head right back, exaggerating the movement so his ponytail swooshes; he gets the message loud and clear, but here he still is. ]
I know, you love 'em. Can't get enough. [ There's a shift in traffic in the crowd behind him, though nothing violent. More to the point, ] You busy today?
how tender
But when he has company (in this case, when he finds and forces himself on company), there's more value in engaging. He cants his head right back, exaggerating the movement so his ponytail swooshes; he gets the message loud and clear, but here he still is. ]
I know, you love 'em. Can't get enough. [ There's a shift in traffic in the crowd behind him, though nothing violent. More to the point, ] You busy today?
[ with say, any black warrants ]