[Flandre recovers...sort of quickly. She makes an only slightly-uncertain chitter, looking down at Meiling over her shoulder. The little not-quite-vampire wasn't exactly afraid of heights (that would be an exceptionally bad trait for a flying creature to have) but goodness that was surprising.]
...okay, Meiling.
[Flandre lets go with one hand, and then, slowly, the other. It wouldn't do to have a squishy dream, no sir.]
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...okay, Meiling.
[Flandre lets go with one hand, and then, slowly, the other. It wouldn't do to have a squishy dream, no sir.]