[ Squawking—! Like a bird, haha, nose joke here. Except instead, Lancer lets out a small, strangled noise and keeps his quipping to himself for once, because he definitely bit his tongue just now. They collide like bullets ricocheting off each other, improbably on the same course and much too quick to end in anything but disaster.
And unlike Pearl's delicate mudbath, he just lands on a giant rock with a crash. There's a clatter of pebbles. A cough. The gentle pitter-patter of rain as the two of them simultaneously wonder what the fuck just happened.
If Pearl spots him, draped limply over a boulder and generally looking like a cat caught out in the rain, he doesn't bother trying to straighten up or get his completely drenched bangs out of his eyes. Which he narrows on her. ] Thearl. [ Ah. No, once more, after his tongue stops feeling like it's been cut in two— ] Pearl? What kinda sneak attack was that...
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And unlike Pearl's delicate mudbath, he just lands on a giant rock with a crash. There's a clatter of pebbles. A cough. The gentle pitter-patter of rain as the two of them simultaneously wonder what the fuck just happened.
If Pearl spots him, draped limply over a boulder and generally looking like a cat caught out in the rain, he doesn't bother trying to straighten up or get his completely drenched bangs out of his eyes. Which he narrows on her. ] Thearl. [ Ah. No, once more, after his tongue stops feeling like it's been cut in two— ] Pearl? What kinda sneak attack was that...