Let's not annoy Keith.

He's tempted to sing, but he won't. He's too tired, so he's flopping onto the couch because he's tired and possibly getting sick.

Laughing through his tears; I love you.

"Can't you stick to milk like normal children. . ?"

((How am I already at 70 followers? I'm honored?? And also feeling a little undeserving?

Just a simple a sneeze. He's alright.

She didn't have to, but that was nice, and appreciated. "Thank you."

Just because of how tired he is, he didn't focus on where he was stepping, and literally face planted while yawning. Way to go, Keith.

He's not getting off the floor now. Too tired. If anyone needs him, go find someone else or help his exhausted ass off the floor.

((Didn't we have a Sam here once?

((Just as I say it, there's the Sam I knew was here! Nice.

Okay /now/ he's picking himself up because he definitely doesn't want to hear that. . .And his head still hurts after what happened, so that's fun.

Has anyone seen his mom? Or Kolivan?

Oh God, what a mood. (Did. . He just say that out loud?) aboRT

I'm just happy that you're okay. Watching you struggle and not being able to help as much as I wanted was one of the hardest things I had to do.

Scratch that idea of staying off the floor. He has a pounding headache and it made him collapse as his hands shot up to hold his head. Guess the impact from the blast is still getting to him, and the fact that he faceplanted earlier. Should he even really be up?

||. Maybe making this account was a mistake lmao Like, I just strated writing for him??? But I already,, don't like the way I play Keith???? idk but it feels awful

This is a god damn mood and a half right here

||. I really want to get out of this funk and feeling like me writing doesn't measure up. Would anybody be up to plotting something with me?