[ in one swoop, falco is hoisted over the counter and behind archer, thank god he’s actually small enough to make it easy. as suspected, the beeping follows and barely ceases— the headphones, as shitty as they were, were a godsend in the end; understanding the reaction (and thinking, immediately: he’s trained, definitely) he watches archer’s lips move and the hum sound they muffle out through the ringing that cuts off right after he says: ]
—Thank you! [ what is—? app, phone, he didn’t know what that meant but he got the gist of what’s important (though he naturally starts speaking a touch louder). ] It’s— I don’t know, it goes off with cursing.
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—Thank you! [ what is—? app, phone, he didn’t know what that meant but he got the gist of what’s important (though he naturally starts speaking a touch louder). ] It’s— I don’t know, it goes off with cursing.