[ a ready apology was sitting on the tip of his tongue (because he did feel bad about actually hurting the guy, despite all the previous and current roughhousing going on), but that apology quickly dies the moment he sees keith's hand reach for something shiny. lance tenses up considerably, having enough of his senses to know that that thing, whatever it is, is definitely close enough now to know something's gotta be up. ]
You dummy! [ he hisses this is typical stage-whisper style. ] Don't do anything stu—
[ but it's too late. they've angered the rodent gods. no more than a few seconds after keith makes his move and lance tries to dissuade him from it, the creature in question lets out a chatter not unlike a small laugh...
and then suddenly the inside of their tent is filled with some sort of dull-colored gas, and lance yells sharply in response, reaching up to try and clamp down on his nose and mouth. oh my god, oh my god they're gonna die of fart, and it's all keith's fault— ]
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You dummy! [ he hisses this is typical stage-whisper style. ] Don't do anything stu—
[ but it's too late. they've angered the rodent gods. no more than a few seconds after keith makes his move and lance tries to dissuade him from it, the creature in question lets out a chatter not unlike a small laugh...
and then suddenly the inside of their tent is filled with some sort of dull-colored gas, and lance yells sharply in response, reaching up to try and clamp down on his nose and mouth. oh my god, oh my god they're gonna die of fart, and it's all keith's fault— ]