[ archer cooperates (for now!!!!) holding still apart from the irritated way his tail keeps lashing back and forth, until lancer finally brings him in close enough that he can brace his feet against his chest and lever himself out of Lancers grip, standing himself in a precarious balancing act on top of lancer's hands and arms. this is better! he can actually see now! lots better--!
except then he leans too far out to look for genette, and that drop to the ground is pretty damn far, at this size, and he's not an immortal ghost anymore. cue overcorrecting on his part and practically falling against lancer's tid chest. whoops. that was close. ]
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except then he leans too far out to look for genette, and that drop to the ground is pretty damn far, at this size, and he's not an immortal ghost anymore. cue overcorrecting on his part and practically falling against lancer's
tidchest. whoops. that was close. ]