Lambert doesn’t have much time to sputter over being yanked around by his bones (fun fact, flesh and organs still have their own momentum, so being pulled up short like that feels real weird) before he’s being barreled into by a much larger body with feathers. That gets an undignified squawk, though he won’t spend much effort putting himself to rights before they get back to business again.
Along the way, he’ll let the rest know when he senses the Hunt’s presence close, although every time they pull away again... it’s odd, to say the least. After that’s happened enough times, he’ll finally comment on it—
“Looks like they really can’t pick up on us,” he comments, wary. He’s still tense, trying not to focus too much on what they’re doing and their purpose in case it draws the Hunt’s attention. When Gongenzaka pipes up, though, it becomes impossible not to hone in on what he says.
“Doesn’t seem right how?” he presses. “Do you mean like a trap?”
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Along the way, he’ll let the rest know when he senses the Hunt’s presence close, although every time they pull away again... it’s odd, to say the least. After that’s happened enough times, he’ll finally comment on it—
“Looks like they really can’t pick up on us,” he comments, wary. He’s still tense, trying not to focus too much on what they’re doing and their purpose in case it draws the Hunt’s attention. When Gongenzaka pipes up, though, it becomes impossible not to hone in on what he says.
“Doesn’t seem right how?” he presses. “Do you mean like a trap?”