☘ 005; [action/phone]

[riastrad_ridire]

[A; park; morning]

[When one had seen as many battlefields as Lancer had, one tended to notice the more subtle indications of oncoming disaster. Like the tone of unease to the voices of those that had been in Mayfield longer than he had; those that knew the kinds of things the town was capable of

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[facefear]

[there's a teenaged girl trying to very quietly make her way past the man with the lance without being noticed.]

[riastrad_ridire]

...?

[It took him a moment, but he eventually realized there was someone nearby. Lancer lowered his weapon, looking over with a faint smile.]

Something wrong?

[facefear]

[djshsj] Ah! I am sorry to disturb you!

[riastrad_ridire]

There's no need to apologize. And you're not disturbing me, kid.

[facefear]

[despite his smile, she still shrinks back a little.] A-ah... Okay...

[riastrad_ridire]

...? [That was weird. Was it the lance in his hand she was so nervous about? He set it down, still smiling.]

You can call me Lancer. What's your name?