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Blood.

Death.

Blood.

Blood was everywhere.

Green eyes looked at me, gleaming as if taunting. I swore quietly as the figure stormed over to me- grabbing me by my mullet, "how do you like that, Keith?" He asked while liking my ear.

Damn.

Where was Lance.

More blood.

Who's blood was this again?

This wasn't mine. Nor was it his.

Was this Lance's blood?

{Mature}
{Klance}
{Sequel to Dirty Paws}
{Slow updates because I'm super depressed.}
{Lmaoooooo I wanna die.}
{discontinued due to death}