//Brbu promise!!!!

“What’s taking who so long mother?”

“Teach me What!? How will anything be thought to me with a marriage! I don’t want to marry a stranger! I can barely stand the idea of marrying someone I know!”

Keith takes a whiff. He made coffee.

“Do I look like a patient man—“

“No.”

Flops. He is bored now. Groooooooan.

“But why send me to someone who—“ Keith stopped, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me? Warn me? You know how. . . Creepy some people are.” Keith didn’t really blame Marak for this.

Keith sneezes, ears twitching as he wipes his nose. Keith hates some of the really strong scents here at the moment.

Nasal Irritant? I feel like I'm being slapped in the face with a bouquet of overly expensive flowers. . .

Not like you really would care to think my opinion of you but you don't stink. Not like what I am smelling, you smell fine. But there's something else here, probably perfume.

Yeah, I moisturize too when I remember or have time to in between days off or mission breaks. You smell nice, trust me. But whoever the hell just walked by smells like they showered in whatever the hell smell that is.

When People Keith doesn't recognize but they know him because of his other reality selves start to talk to him:

//Keith’s just nodding to anything and everything he says and then ‘Soooo Who are you?”

Biiiig stretch.

Someone commenting that Keith’s too violent and it’s going to get them killed Keith already pulling out his blade and rolling up his sleeve: I will show you violence—

Sigh. He missed Marak and Kosmo.

//Marak I know you and I have a story line with this Keith so I didn’t want to deactivate him yet without letting you know. 🥺 You know my main Keith will always love your Mama Marak but just wanted to touch base 🖤

//Thank you for the memories and rp’s. This character is being archived, I appreciate everyone who interacted with me. 🖤

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