[ The bed tears away completely. Lance is left quaking, still completely curled in, now defenceless and vulnerable.
He braces himself...
...and nothing. Blinking, he jerks his head up, gaping at the stranger before him, wearing a suit not at all unlike his own, with wet feet--the squelching--and dragging a footlocker--the shuffling, the creaking, the thump...
Oh. Woops. ]
Haha, um. Hey there. [ Hahahaha WHEEZE. There's no recovering from this, is there? ]
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He braces himself...
...and nothing. Blinking, he jerks his head up, gaping at the stranger before him, wearing a suit not at all unlike his own, with wet feet--the squelching--and dragging a footlocker--the shuffling, the creaking, the thump...
Oh. Woops. ]
Haha, um. Hey there. [ Hahahaha WHEEZE. There's no recovering from this, is there? ]