[Said hair dying teammate is bundled up from head to toe in thick layers, yet there is still a high pitched whiny sound that comes out of the hole in the hood of Lance's blue coat, a hole where his face is. Or at least a bit of it now that he's yanked the strings to bring the hood closer around him because guess who's a giant tropical island baby at the first hint of winter weather?
He's here tagging along because he's lost on what to buy Matt as a gift and who better to ask than Matt's boyfriend himself? Still, it doesn't mean Lance is a happy camper about the chill that rubs up the leg of his jeans.]
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He's here tagging along because he's lost on what to buy Matt as a gift and who better to ask than Matt's boyfriend himself? Still, it doesn't mean Lance is a happy camper about the chill that rubs up the leg of his jeans.]
I think I can't feel my toes anymore.