[ A terrible taste in fashion =/= a terrible taste in food — but then, it's probably Koon's fault for putting Lancer's general life choices in such high regard. ]
Let's just say... [ He lets out a long sigh, scanning the crowd; it's not much more than one faceless stranger beside the next, so on and so forth, but there's dramatic effect to be had here. ] If I did, I wouldn't be here. [ Or if he did, he'd be here, and he's not going to tell Lancer anything.
Either or. He has half a mind to close his eyes and let the tiredness catch up to him—
But he catches a pair of people looking very intently his way. Some distance from them, another pair. From the other direction? Yep. Those are some menacing looking figures straight for him. Fuck. ] Hey.
[ His voice drops down, eyes down cast as he catches a glance at whatever Lancer's drinking ( only to his regret ). ] Feel like going on a walk? [ The tone of his voice screams "it'd probably be a good idea if we left, now". ]
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Let's just say... [ He lets out a long sigh, scanning the crowd; it's not much more than one faceless stranger beside the next, so on and so forth, but there's dramatic effect to be had here. ] If I did, I wouldn't be here. [ Or if he did, he'd be here, and he's not going to tell Lancer anything.
Either or. He has half a mind to close his eyes and let the tiredness catch up to him—
But he catches a pair of people looking very intently his way. Some distance from them, another pair. From the other direction? Yep. Those are some menacing looking figures straight for him. Fuck. ] Hey.
[ His voice drops down, eyes down cast as he catches a glance at whatever Lancer's drinking ( only to his regret ). ] Feel like going on a walk? [ The tone of his voice screams "it'd probably be a good idea if we left, now". ]