[Lance moves in, and Keith practically sinks; he's not sure what he was expecting, but his other hand semi-automatically makes a grab for his opposite shoulder -- this time purely to steady himself. He's not an expert floater...rather, he could last a while afloat on the ocean, but Lance is essentially Jaws and he's kind of losing focus.
If he were closer to the rocks, he wouldn't be in this predicament. His opposite hand's moved to grip the back of his head, too, abandoning his jaw and ruffling his hair backwards in the process so they both look funny. Him, moreso (probably) with his exposed forehead and all. This entire situation is suddenly way more embarrassing than getting your **** stuck in your wife's ******.]
Y...eah. So what?!
[If he's starting to sound edgy, it's because he's getting noivis.]
godbye for life
If he were closer to the rocks, he wouldn't be in this predicament. His opposite hand's moved to grip the back of his head, too, abandoning his jaw and ruffling his hair backwards in the process so they both look funny. Him, moreso (probably) with his exposed forehead and all. This entire situation is suddenly way more embarrassing than getting your **** stuck in your wife's ******.]
Y...eah. So what?!
[If he's starting to sound edgy, it's because he's getting noivis.]