[When invisible weight sets on his shoulder, Keith proceeds to do a whirl-n-swipe, whirling around to have a looksee at the nothingness and to alleviate the weight of such a conundrum from his shoulder. It doesn't matter that the nothingness sounds decidedly like Lance--
Ah...and there he is. He's about five seconds from telling him to quit messing around, but it sounds as if he can't really explain...himself. He's all for paranormal weird shit, but...
In moderation.]
...That doesn't make any sense.
[He is relieved, at any rate, that Lance has returned in solid-form.]
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Ah...and there he is. He's about five seconds from telling him to quit messing around, but it sounds as if he can't really explain...himself. He's all for paranormal weird shit, but...
In moderation.]
...That doesn't make any sense.
[He is relieved, at any rate, that Lance has returned in solid-form.]
Quit talking to weird voices.