[Keith narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his chair to mirror Lance's position as he crossed his own arms. Very. Sore. Nerve.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. At least he'd gotten better at that over the years...]
Forced truth during speed dating. Sounds fun. [But not.] Do we have to participate or can we just wait it out? [Like, was there a time limit in this version? Or was there a minimum number of questions before they got to go home?
Not that it wasn't tempting to through a few questions at Lance while they were being forced to be truthful. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, tightening the grip on his arms for a moment, trying to push that thought away.]
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He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. At least he'd gotten better at that over the years...]
Forced truth during speed dating. Sounds fun. [But not.] Do we have to participate or can we just wait it out? [Like, was there a time limit in this version? Or was there a minimum number of questions before they got to go home?
Not that it wasn't tempting to through a few questions at Lance while they were being forced to be truthful. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, tightening the grip on his arms for a moment, trying to push that thought away.]