"Sorry, Mister Lancer! I can't leave you out here on your own. You understand, surely."
At least the tentacles aren't letting themselves stay furled. Rather, though still camouflaged, their shadows creeping along the forest floor. He's clearly prepared for some kind of fight? Perhaps he's used to this.
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At least the tentacles aren't letting themselves stay furled. Rather, though still camouflaged, their shadows creeping along the forest floor. He's clearly prepared for some kind of fight? Perhaps he's used to this.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you home safe, okay~?"