[ What with having to do things like move and work and generally function in a state beyond immaterial spirit cloud, Lancer eventually goes looking for food. Not the greatest sustenance, but it'd do for now, and all it really meant was a quick detour into the kitchen where the festival food was being prepared.
What he doesn't seem to catch is that the window he's suddenly vaulting through (doors, who needs 'em—) has an innocuous bud of mistletoe sprouting along the sill. Secondly, he's not expecting someone to be on the other side.
Much less someone like Archer. Whether or not he accidentally kicks him in 'greeting,' Lancer lands with a brow inched up incredulously. ]
cue the least romantic thread ever ; iii
What he doesn't seem to catch is that the window he's suddenly vaulting through (doors, who needs 'em—) has an innocuous bud of mistletoe sprouting along the sill. Secondly, he's not expecting someone to be on the other side.
Much less someone like Archer. Whether or not he accidentally kicks him in 'greeting,' Lancer lands with a brow inched up incredulously. ]
What're you doing here?