lance-williams:
“Would I try and be funny in a serious time like this, Reynolds? There’s a snake on the loose, a slithering, somewhat venomous, snake.” Lance affirmed, glancing over her briefly before pivoting himself round as a husky laugh formed from him out of amusement. “I wouldn’t dart, not when there’s a snake which easily feels threatened around. Most you can do is stay exactly where you are, and still like a statue and then no one gets hurt, right?”
“How can a snake be somewhat venomous? It either is or it isn’t!” The blonde immediately pulled her legs up on the chair, crossing then under her in the fear that the snake would slither up her legs. “Oh my God, Lance. Do you have a plan then? Can’t you gently call him or lure him out with a treat or something?” There was definite panic in her voice at this point.








