[ He knows you're not a baby. Stop whining, Lancer.
And yes, he does think you did this. Everything was perfectly fine until you arrived so of course he's going to blame it on you.
Archer frowns deeply for a moment (no, he's not offended by that slight because the feeling is honestly mutual) and glances once more at the mistletoe. He could set it on fire, but he doubts that would help so... ]
It's not my kitchen.
[ He's just been working in it for hours on end. Sharp grey eyes settle on Lancer's face. He may not have started this, but he sure as hell will finish it. ]
Try not to choke on it.
[ At which moment, Archer grabs Lancer by the chin and delivers a rough, decidedly not affectionate kiss, square on the mouth. He won't even give the man time to process it before he's dragging him by the ear towards the window he came in by.
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And yes, he does think you did this. Everything was perfectly fine until you arrived so of course he's going to blame it on you.
Archer frowns deeply for a moment (no, he's not offended by that slight because the feeling is honestly mutual) and glances once more at the mistletoe. He could set it on fire, but he doubts that would help so... ]
It's not my kitchen.
[ He's just been working in it for hours on end. Sharp grey eyes settle on Lancer's face. He may not have started this, but he sure as hell will finish it. ]
Try not to choke on it.
[ At which moment, Archer grabs Lancer by the chin and delivers a rough, decidedly not affectionate kiss, square on the mouth. He won't even give the man time to process it before he's dragging him by the ear towards the window he came in by.
He most certainly is going to throw him out. ]