[It happens, and Keith's immediately filled with regret. Miraculously, the Why Would You Do Thats and the That Was Extremely Dumbs become deafening between his ears -- as does a blush, but rather than deafening, it's rosy and more discernible than it should be, disadvantaged by his pale skin.
But rather than being met with a shriek or sudden recoil, Lance...thanks...him. Maybe his plan wasn't so bizarre after all? Maybe Lance just needed some...paternal...affection.
Making it weird brah.
In turn, he says nothing. He just pulls himself up and away, on his feet, retrieving that drinking glass like Rambo; a man on a mission. He's gone with the same haste of Santa on Christmas morning. Like his britches are on fire.
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But rather than being met with a shriek or sudden recoil, Lance...thanks...him. Maybe his plan wasn't so bizarre after all? Maybe Lance just needed some...paternal...affection.
Making it weird brah.
In turn, he says nothing. He just pulls himself up and away, on his feet, retrieving that drinking glass like Rambo; a man on a mission. He's gone with the same haste of Santa on Christmas morning. Like his britches are on fire.
Seeya in five.]