[He actually needs a moment to check where his, indeed, booted feet are located.]
They're not even near you?!
[Which isn't entirely true due to the compactness of their little sanctuary, but his feet are certainly not touching Lance at all. The tetchiness only broadens from there, he's looking borderline butthurt at the suggestion that he was cold and therefore needed to retreat. Just as he opens his mouth to rebuke that with a little more than an I didn't mean it like that, his face is shrouded in darkness.
Which lasts a millisecond. He's sitting up and brushing the blanket from his face in the same motion, letting it collect in a sad heap at his lap.]
I'm going back out, the fire needs more wood.
[There he is, coming to his senses. Like a dad that won't pull over for directions, Keith's already moving to take over second shift.
Except that his legs are getting all tangled in the blanket somehow, and he's kicking at Lance to get it off??? Unintentionally, of course.]
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They're not even near you?!
[Which isn't entirely true due to the compactness of their little sanctuary, but his feet are certainly not touching Lance at all. The tetchiness only broadens from there, he's looking borderline butthurt at the suggestion that he was cold and therefore needed to retreat. Just as he opens his mouth to rebuke that with a little more than an I didn't mean it like that, his face is shrouded in darkness.
Which lasts a millisecond. He's sitting up and brushing the blanket from his face in the same motion, letting it collect in a sad heap at his lap.]
I'm going back out, the fire needs more wood.
[There he is, coming to his senses. Like a dad that won't pull over for directions, Keith's already moving to take over second shift.
Except that his legs are getting all tangled in the blanket somehow, and he's kicking at Lance to get it off??? Unintentionally, of course.]