[ granted, his eyes had already been closed to concentrate on the exchange of texts, and it's because of that that he's not entirely in sync with his typical envoy intuition, the kind that keeps him prepared for a surprise attack.
he can feel her particularly throw herself at his back, considering the difference in their heights, but he doesn't fight it off, a slight smirk of amusement in the corner of his lips as he speaks out in his deadpan. ]
Oh, shit. Looks like the ghost got me. [ but before she can make another move, he snags her wrists with his hands, holding her there as he ducks and roughly bends forward, all in a swift motion to trap her in a piggyback position, straightening himself up so she's forced to hold onto him from his back. ]
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he can feel her particularly throw herself at his back, considering the difference in their heights, but he doesn't fight it off, a slight smirk of amusement in the corner of his lips as he speaks out in his deadpan. ]
Oh, shit. Looks like the ghost got me. [ but before she can make another move, he snags her wrists with his hands, holding her there as he ducks and roughly bends forward, all in a swift motion to trap her in a piggyback position, straightening himself up so she's forced to hold onto him from his back. ]