[when he starts coughing, lance knows it's too late to go back. that laughter has drawn him in closer, and he's too far gone now. his stomach is practically grazing sand when the surf pushes in, water swelling enough to get the bottom couple of inches of keith's shorts wet, as lance circles around him in the water.
[there's not really any way he's hiding that. his scales and skin tone are far too different, and the water is far too clear.]
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[there's not really any way he's hiding that. his scales and skin tone are far too different, and the water is far too clear.]