[Well! Fortunately! Blue is here! Blue is helping! Sort of. The Gallade is here to try and defend his hero, but... well. There's clearly nothing to defend Lance from. So Blue sort of stands there, in the middle of the bathroom, baffled.]
[Sheepishly lowering the frying pan.]
... he's trying to help. Blue -- go back to bed. Lance is fine. I checked.
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[Sheepishly lowering the frying pan.]
... he's trying to help. Blue -- go back to bed. Lance is fine. I checked.
[Blue shoots him a very, very disbelieving look.]
He's fine. Normal fine. Not... me-fine.