A nice quiet evening of being yelled at, RP with Kwan

[lit_master]

As soon as Lancer knew Ms. Manson had the video footage of the lake's deep one trying to catch ducks he knew he was in some sort of trouble. As soon as he saw Kwan's reaction to the footage hitting the internet Lancer knew where that trouble was coming from

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[jockofalltrades]

When he saw Sam's post on her journal, Kwan had a sinking feeling in his gut, like he had just swallowed a brick or something. After clicking the link and watching the video, he could only sit at his computer and twitch and try to contain the explosion that was threatening to come out.

As soon as he heard the car pull up in front of the house, Kwan stalked out of his room and to the front door, glaring at it and waiting for Lancer to enter.

[lit_master]

Key in the lock turned with an ominous click. Door creaked as it opened, a long, loud sound. Lancer cringed when he saw Kwan through the door.

"I swear, I didn't know she was there," he said in a pitiful form of defense. As though it would help or matter.

[jockofalltrades]

Kwan glared, arms crossed and foot tapping an angry rhythm on the floor. "What if it had been someone other than Sam?" he demanded. "You should have been more careful! What if there had been more than one person? What if they want to catch you and dissect you or whatever it is those crazy type of people do!?" He was trying very hard not to shout at Lancer.

[lit_master]

"I would have known if there was something dangerous," Lancer defended. Weakly. "Samantha isn't dangerous."