Graveyards are never full. Just stack the bodies on top the other other bodies. Who's gonna complain? Dead men don't complain!
[Or dead boogers, but that's not the point here. The point is that Pidge moving away still in the wrong direction (to him, woman, the right direction is to him!) and Lance is concerned she'll stumble again. Well, not so much concerned about her stumbling and more like he would like her to trip and fall so he can rush over and grab her before she can get back on her feet so all this ends in an easy win for him. Lance might be a gentleman sometimes, but he can totally be an asshole too. A loving asshole.]
Eh, no one will notice a little of your snot on your shirt. At this point, we kind of expect it out of you when you deign to come out of the basement. [He smirks, knowing if she keeps walking where she is, Pidge will eventually read the shoreline and Lance knows she isn't the best at swimming.] Also, still wrong on the direction. You might as well just come to me and get this over with before a Voltorb takes you into the sea forever.
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[Or dead boogers, but that's not the point here. The point is that Pidge moving away still in the wrong direction (to him, woman, the right direction is to him!) and Lance is concerned she'll stumble again. Well, not so much concerned about her stumbling and more like he would like her to trip and fall so he can rush over and grab her before she can get back on her feet so all this ends in an easy win for him. Lance might be a gentleman sometimes, but he can totally be an asshole too. A loving asshole.]
Eh, no one will notice a little of your snot on your shirt. At this point, we kind of expect it out of you when you deign to come out of the basement. [He smirks, knowing if she keeps walking where she is, Pidge will eventually read the shoreline and Lance knows she isn't the best at swimming.] Also, still wrong on the direction. You might as well just come to me and get this over with before a Voltorb takes you into the sea forever.