[rip Dazai's shoulder. His arm's joints ultimately bear the brunt of the umbrella's impact, and having a high pain tolerance doesn't mean the unnatural stretch and pressure is unnoticeable. Same goes for falling on Bedivere: armor isn't comfortable to land on, and that's going to bruise.
Still, he can't complain. Dazai's smile might hold the faint traces of a grimace, but Bedivere is a welcome sight, and he's very tempted to lean down for a quick kiss.
Unfortunately, that ferris wheel has other ideas.
Dazai breathes (ow, his side does not like that one bit) and clutches his side, pushing himself up with some difficulty. The least he can do is to not let his own smile drop.]
I'll give you proper thanks later, my valiant hero. Time for us to go.
[If that metal arm weighed any less, Dazai would've pulled Bedivere up. He refrains from doing so or catching his Servant's wrist, aware that in doing so, he'll be a hindrance. Or more of one, at least. His shoulder and sides don't make running easy.]
If we don't make it to the edge in time, think you can slice through the beams?
[At their destination, Caster alternates between apologizing to Ango and fretting over the pair making their escape, gripping her staff so tight that her hands ache.
"I'm sorry," she says, horrified and immensely guilty. The only reason why she isn't on the verge of tears is because breaking down now will make her more useless. "I should've seen that coming and controlled Lancer's landing!"
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Date: 2021-07-18 06:06 pm (UTC)Still, he can't complain. Dazai's smile might hold the faint traces of a grimace, but Bedivere is a welcome sight, and he's very tempted to lean down for a quick kiss.
Unfortunately, that ferris wheel has other ideas.
Dazai breathes (ow, his side does not like that one bit) and clutches his side, pushing himself up with some difficulty. The least he can do is to not let his own smile drop.]
I'll give you proper thanks later, my valiant hero. Time for us to go.
[If that metal arm weighed any less, Dazai would've pulled Bedivere up. He refrains from doing so or catching his Servant's wrist, aware that in doing so, he'll be a hindrance. Or more of one, at least. His shoulder and sides don't make running easy.]
If we don't make it to the edge in time, think you can slice through the beams?
[At their destination, Caster alternates between apologizing to Ango and fretting over the pair making their escape, gripping her staff so tight that her hands ache.
"I'm sorry," she says, horrified and immensely guilty. The only reason why she isn't on the verge of tears is because breaking down now will make her more useless. "I should've seen that coming and controlled Lancer's landing!"