~|Chapter 4|~

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*Keith looked out of the room, and followed the smell. A small hungry noise coming from his stomach from the delicious smell*

"Mm, guess he does have a mom's cookin skills.."

*He then enters the room he assumes is the kitchen*

*Lance focused on cooking the food, fried rice with egg yolk, homemade bread and sushi*

"I knew it, a mamas boy. And every mamas boy gonna cook.."

*Keith teased as he made his way towards the counter, taking a seat ontop of it.*

"Oh shush"

*Lance laughed, plating the food and placing it in front of Keith*

"Nah, I think I'd rather speak.."

*Keith remarked and took some of the food, eating a bite and nodding.*

"Guess mamas boy has good cooking, never would have guessed.."

*Lance's face flushed red and he raised his hand to his face, eyes widening as he ran out of the room*

*Keith blinked.. Once.. Then twice.. Then thrice.. Tryin to figure out what the fuck just happened.*

"The fuck-??"

*He took another bite, trying to figure out what was going on*

*Lance ran to the bathroom, sitting down*

"no no no no no. How the hell...why ....Why did Keith give me a stiffy!?"

*He yelled*

*Keith finished his food, and heavily... HEAVILY debated eating Lance's food. But he decided to be a, 'nice' person and left it, leaving the area and tryin to find Lance*

"Helloooo? Mama's boy??"

*Lance let out pants and cries as he tried this make his problem go away*

*Keith thought hear something from a certain direction of the mansoin maze and headed towards there*

"Helloooo? Lance????"

*he shouted louder, slightly becoming worried*

*Lance emerged from the bathroom, blush covering his face*

"Hm?"

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