You're sitting. [A wry grin.] We're both still sitting.
[He'll finally flip his hand so he can hold Lance's; in the same motion, he's gathering himself onto his feet. Before tugging Lance along, he'll smush a kiss to his mouth. It's one of those quick-but-slightly-messy smooches. Maybe even on purpose.]
As opposed to what?
[Lance may have nearly dropped them both on their asses but, what a safe. Keith's back to behaving like the sugarplum carebear, if that even exists.]
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You're sitting. [A wry grin.] We're both still sitting.
[He'll finally flip his hand so he can hold Lance's; in the same motion, he's gathering himself onto his feet. Before tugging Lance along, he'll smush a kiss to his mouth. It's one of those quick-but-slightly-messy smooches. Maybe even on purpose.]
As opposed to what?
[Lance may have nearly dropped them both on their asses but, what a safe. Keith's back to behaving like the sugarplum carebear, if that even exists.]