keith: (smacks away a mosquito that just tried to bite him)
keith: stupid blood-sucking demon…..
lance, a vampire:
keith: the suspiciously-aligned moles on your neck…. your constant craving for rare steak….. being “squeamish” around blood……
keith: i know what you are…..
lance:
lance:
lance: are you really fucking quoting twilight at me right now
(in the middle of a petty argument one day)
keith: bite me, lance -_-
lance:
keith, casually offering his neck: come get y’all juice i guess
lance:
lance:
lance:
lance: WAS THAT A VINE–
keith, nodding with an amused smile:
lance: holy shit- alright. you’re a keeper. c’mere