[Keith's in the middle of collecting his birthday presents and shirt like a stripper at the end of their dance when he gets his butt slapped...so it's appropriate. Lance's just lucky Keith's in the mood for that tomfoolery.]
Yeah yeah...
[Dummy. He'll take Lance's shirt too; the oil's just sitting by his knife, he'll naturally take both before treading after Lance like a (lovesick) puppy.
Once he's actually inside of their room, he closes the door with a bare foot, drops the shirts because fuckem; his gifts find a place ontop of a bureau while the oil finds a sound spot on their sidetable.
The knife's still in his hand out of habit. Now he's being weird about rekindling their little romparomp, interruptions....]
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Yeah yeah...
[Dummy. He'll take Lance's shirt too; the oil's just sitting by his knife, he'll naturally take both before treading after Lance like a (lovesick) puppy.
Once he's actually inside of their room, he closes the door with a bare foot, drops the shirts because fuckem; his gifts find a place ontop of a bureau while the oil finds a sound spot on their sidetable.
The knife's still in his hand out of habit. Now he's being weird about rekindling their little romparomp, interruptions....]