Stop Zapping Me

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this has been in my head for a full 5 seconds
also she/they Sophie cus I say so
oh, you thought this was gonna be funny? no no no  it actually was supposed to be but idk what happened either.

Keefe was trying his hardest to pay attention, he honestly was, but Forkle kept saying this word that makes his chin fold sharply and it's the most distracting thing ever. The only thing what would make it better is a little slap sound effect, so Keefe's been hitting his thigh everytime it happens and then biting his lip to contain his laughs.

Around the forty-second time, he was about to slap his thigh but a hand stopped his from making contact. He looked up at the owner to find Tam weakly glaring at him. Keefe flashed a not-so-apologetic smile and took back his hand.

...That was now dimly tingling. Huh?

"What'd you do?" he hissed.

Tam stared at him blankly. "Nothing?"  he whispered back.

"But my hand's all tingly now," he mumbled to himself. He shrugged at no one in particular and tried to focus on Forkle again.

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Foster was freaking out and they didn't want to tell Keefe why. When he says 'freaking out' he means they're mumbling to themself, pacing the beach and throwing him these cheeky smiles that he honestly didn't know what to do with. Not to mention the flurry of sappy feelings with which he was getting assulted.

"You're worrying me," he finally said. "I'm catching whole lot of 'I understand Biana now' and not a lot of answers." He'd switched to a perfect imitation of her voice.

"You have to figure it out on you're own," she said when she finally stopped pacing. Then she mumbled something with a smile and Ro snorted behind him.

"Hey, you can't go stealing my lines," he complained. "Let me handle the cryptic Emplath stuff and just tell me."

"Definitely not; it's less fun that way," Ro jumped in, clapping her hands. "Besides, it's about time we get some action around here since Those Creeps randomly disappeared." She punctuated 'Those Creeps' with a growl.

"What do you think it is?" Foster asked.

"I think Bangs Boy is zapping me every time I accidentally touch him. And every time I intentionally touch him. Just touch him in general."

They snorted. "I wouldn't say that's above him."

"Exactly! It's like the guy manifested as a Charger."

"But that's not it."

"Of course, 'cause nothing's ever easy."

"Just ask him," Ro groaned, then mumbled. "It's the last time all over again. You're such a disaster."

"Thank you! I try!" Keefe said with fake enthusiasm. "But why am I getting zapped?"

"You're not getting zapped," Foster insisted. 

"Sure, but I am literally getting shocked. And it's painful. Well, no—it's uncomfortable and weird," he amended.

They rolled their eyes. "Give me a minute." They spent a few seconds getting themself worked up then thunder clapped, the air split and they disappeared.

"What you think they're doing?" Keefe asked.

"Don't worry your pretty, little head about it," she said. Why's everyone being cryptic today? Everyone except him for once, that is.

Foster said to give her a minute but four minutes later, thunder finally clapped again and she came out of the void. Pulling Tam with with her.

Keefe almost screamed.

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