[He means your eyebrows, Lance. Stop waggling them around like they're fuzzy caterpillars. Doesn't matter which version of Lance he's run into - this time, it's the Normal Flavor of Shiro. Scars, white hair, metal arm and all. He hasn't been here long enough to feel the urge to change into anything more scandalous, so the man poking his head through the curtain is dressed in a suit.]
[Really, though, he was looking for Lance. Or anyone from their little team. Parties never had a great track record for people in his experience. In any of their experience. So, naturally, he ended up here. Poking his head into the private corners.]
[... thankfully he's run into Lance, and not. Something that would have him twitch an eye.]
iii.
[He means your eyebrows, Lance. Stop waggling them around like they're fuzzy caterpillars. Doesn't matter which version of Lance he's run into - this time, it's the Normal Flavor of Shiro. Scars, white hair, metal arm and all. He hasn't been here long enough to feel the urge to change into anything more scandalous, so the man poking his head through the curtain is dressed in a suit.]
[Really, though, he was looking for Lance. Or anyone from their little team. Parties never had a great track record for people in his experience. In any of their experience. So, naturally, he ended up here. Poking his head into the private corners.]
[... thankfully he's run into Lance, and not. Something that would have him twitch an eye.]