[video]

[marmoron]

[The video feed opens on what appears to be a confused looking Houndour that's obscured by a thumb covering half the camera. Honestly, it's pretty clear that whoever's doing the filming doesn't do a whole lot of selfies and all that jazz.]

This thing even on? ]

[Have two loud thumping noises as Keith taps the mic with his fingers.]

Okay. Don't know what's going on here. But I'm trying to get back inside to get this lady to answer some damn questions--

[The camera's moving away from the Houndour and now focusing on what looks like "mom's" house in New Bark Town.]

And this ,,,Houndour [??? readily audible as his voice goes up at the end.] -- doesn't seem to get how to use tackle. C'mon buddy it's like this.

[BLURRY MOVEMENTS followed by a hard thump against the door. There's a loud sigh as the feed settles again. This time Keith turns the camera to show his exasperated looking face.]

All the dogs here like this?

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[spacebaloney]

[Lance wishes he could be trolling Keith for the millionth time. Unfortunately, he's nowhere close to doing so.

He glances away, rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward motion.]

I'm not joking.

[Lance leaves his reply there for the moment, letting it sit between them and sink into Keith's reality. Or Keith's future reality, anyway.]