[He'd be "fine"? Nope. Nope. Fuck no. Keith wasn't going to accept that. He couldn't move. That was unacceptable. Keith was too physical of a person to be okay with not being able to move properly. His voice came out as an anguished snarl.]
I am not fine, Lance. Nothing is fine right now. Why would this be normal?
[He didn't want to play like everything was hunky dorey here. Forget food. Forget-... okay, well, getting the damn goo off would be nice. BUT MAYBE FIGURING OUT HOW TO GET HIS LEGS TO WORK SHOULD BE A PRIORITY? He was barely holding back a complete freakout at the moment. The fact that he was wearing nothing but robes and kneeling on frozen sand without feeling the cold was also kind of not registering.]
What the hell is this? [Oops... his voice cracked a little... Keith's already meager and stretched coping skills were at their limit.] Will you just tell me what the fuck is going on?
[It was bad enough that he had to deal with this sudden regression in their friendship, but dealing with it on top of waking up trapped in something, unable to breath, almost drowning, having been stripped by whatever force put him there (the whole squid thing was just a weird nightmare, right?), and now he couldn't move the way he wanted to... It was wrong. All of it. And Keith didn't like it. He just wanted something normal. He wanted Lance to stop being jerk again. He wanted his fucking legs to work.
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I am not fine, Lance. Nothing is fine right now. Why would this be normal?
[He didn't want to play like everything was hunky dorey here. Forget food. Forget-... okay, well, getting the damn goo off would be nice. BUT MAYBE FIGURING OUT HOW TO GET HIS LEGS TO WORK SHOULD BE A PRIORITY? He was barely holding back a complete freakout at the moment. The fact that he was wearing nothing but robes and kneeling on frozen sand without feeling the cold was also kind of not registering.]
What the hell is this? [Oops... his voice cracked a little... Keith's already meager and stretched coping skills were at their limit.] Will you just tell me what the fuck is going on?
[It was bad enough that he had to deal with this sudden regression in their friendship, but dealing with it on top of waking up trapped in something, unable to breath, almost drowning, having been stripped by whatever force put him there (the whole squid thing was just a weird nightmare, right?), and now he couldn't move the way he wanted to... It was wrong. All of it. And Keith didn't like it. He just wanted something normal. He wanted Lance to stop being jerk again. He wanted his fucking legs to work.
Just... something to go right...]