[The thought of strangling Astarion has crossed Light's mind before, and it certainly crosses it now. With as much icy dignity as he can muster, he climbs onto the bull behind Astarion.]
Great. Now how the hell do we--?
[As if in answer, the bull lurches to life, and Light grabs onto Astarion's waist for dear life. He's got decent balance, but he's never ridden a real animal, let alone a mechanical version determined to throw him off. Within ten seconds, a humiliated Light goes tumbling to the floor.
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Great. Now how the hell do we--?
[As if in answer, the bull lurches to life, and Light grabs onto Astarion's waist for dear life. He's got decent balance, but he's never ridden a real animal, let alone a mechanical version determined to throw him off. Within ten seconds, a humiliated Light goes tumbling to the floor.
Goddamn it.]