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* 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. / @bodyhorrors.

Despite the comical nature of the accident, Keys is a little less prone to actually bursting out in laughter and making the other person even more embarrassed. He has been the subject of such things in high school too many times to react the same way as someone who has little to no experience of what that feels like. The guy seems to be taking it well though, seemingly naturally funny and charismatic — and Keys finally allows himself to laugh; but with the other male instead of at him. “Yeah, sure looks that way,” he responds light-heartedly, but it did look like a forceful impact nonetheless, despite the man's joking nature. “...Are you sure you're okay? Do you need to sit down? You might have a concussion.”

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* 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. / @chrissyfied.

This really feels like some kind of vivid dream; the kind he might have had back in school and filed it away in his mind under 'Things That Will Never Happen in a Million Years.' But, by some miracle, now it really is. Until now, he'd been happy just making out — something he found relatively recently to be one of his new favorite things — but then it heats up and moves one step further. And it's not that he's not happy when Chrissy straddles him; on the contrary, he couldn't be happier, which is what makes it almost impossible for him to grasp her hips and stall her movements. Chrissy's response when he finally finds the willpower to do it makes Keys' heart sink. She looks worried, and her question gives him an insight into her thoughts — thoughts that couldn't be further from the truth.

In all honesty, he'd been in two minds. The first and more appealing option was to go with it and simply let things play out, even if he was nervous as hell all the while. The second and less attractive option was the one he went with; which was to tell Chrissy something he was terrified to tell her, and let her make a decision — and to take the risk that she'd think him pathetic or something to that effect. In typical Keys fashion, his nerves have him blurting out the confession and instantly reviewing his choice of words, worrying whether he could've done it differently or better. His cheeks are burning as dark eyes avert, then timidly drift back to Chrissy to gauge her reaction.

…Should he have said the part about wanting her to teach him? Does it sound terrible? Internally wincing, he's about to respond, to try to fix his words and explain himself better, but an alternate explanation continues to evade him, and for a second Keys wonders if he has blown it in one single sentence. Before he can think of something else to say and either make it better or worse, Chrissy's lips meet his, and all that panic dissipates in an instant. He leans up to meet her instead, gently brushing his fingers through her soft hair. Her words are music to his ears, and to Chrissy's question Keys sits up a little, loops his arms around her waist and kisses her again; drawn-out and slow. “Here's perfect.”

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* 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. / @bamsidsuperbitch.

Sid's answer is one he's happy to hear, and he knows Randy won't be back for hours… if at all. He'd mentioned something about a Karen Kolchak, a video store coworker, who'd been flirting a little, and Keys mentally filled in the rest of the blanks himself. With both of their roommates busy, it only makes sense to hang out a little longer as the night goes on. Opening the door, Keys begins to lead the way up to his room, ensuring the main entrance is properly locked; a habit he's gotten pretty militant about lately.

On the stairs en route to the dorm, a laugh slips from his lips at Sid's question; which paints a comedic picture of the pair of them walking each other back to their dorms in perpetuity, until they realize one of them will have to go back alone to break the cycle. “…Good point. But don't worry about me. I have some pepper spray, and I can run pretty fast. Or you could stay over...” An activity they seem to be making a habit of.

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* 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. / @chrissyfied.

Meandering around the marvelous mall, George found a familiar furry feline friend to gift his cute Cunningham companion!

He grins from ear to ear upon seeing her happy expression, nodding to her question before she retrieves the stuffed toy. “Your king,” he then affirms, visibly pleased at his choice of gift now he has the sheer pleasure of witnessing Chrissy's reaction. A look of unrestrained interest lights up his dark eyes as she mentions hearing stories, and he wonders if they're the same as the ones he knows.

Of course, by the time other kids were learning to ride a bike, he was play-wrestling lions and leopards. Plus, in his world, there are two kings of the jungle — the mighty lion, and his father.

His attention and line of sight is recaptured with her question, and he nods again without any hesitation, smile slightly fading, although he's not sad about it; knowing he'll return. “Yeah, George misses the jungle. But we go to Las Vegas soon — see Uncle Ape.” The well-spoken primate is held in very high regard by George Jr after having learned a variety of skills from his father's 'brother', from chess to painting.

“...Chrissy want to come with George?”

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* 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗. / @bamsidsuperbitch.

“Thanks,” Keys murmurs appreciatively, entertaining the notion that he could get used to being taken care of like this as Sid fetches the ice. He gently places it to the crimson swelling to his face, wincing one last time from the pressure but soon appreciating the soothing sensation it provides. It's not long before his attention shifts back to his present company, however, especially when he hears an unexpected expression of fear and raw openness on her part.

All he can think of to do in the moment to offer some semblance of reassurance and empathy is extending his free hand to reach over and place it atop of her own, giving a gentle squeeze. “Hey… we're gonna catch him, okay? You did it once before, right?” He wishes he could tell her he won't lose him, but it's a promise he can't faithfully keep. All he can do is hope this psycho won't make it a trilogy.

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The last thing she probably wants is his pity, Keys imagines, but to say he's not freaked out by the recent movie theater massacre would be a lie. All he'd come to Windsor College for was to study computing and creative arts, not to make headline news as the latest victim of some crazy murder spree. On top of that, he doesn't want anything to happen to Sidney. He'd heard about Billy Loomis and Stu Macher back at Woodsboro, and he's honestly impressed she'd found the courage to try to have a normal life after something like that. She insists she's fine, though, and Keys respects her choice to avoid the subject, which does make sense.

To her question about Randy, he shakes his head before his gaze scans the area around campus, a hand coming up to wring the back of his neck. "...Actually, no. Haven't seen him since this morning. I haven't even brought my cell out. Randy said something about trying not to carry and answer it, 'cause.... y'know." It's an interesting theory to avoid the killer, although ultimately it probably won't stop him, her, or them targeting whoever they're going to target, which Randy also insists isn't at random. Attention shifts back to Sid, and he gives her another friendly smile. "But, uh... maybe I can help you with that paper? I know Randy's the expert, but I like to think I'm at least... semi-competent."

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His ears are still buzzing; the scent of cigarette smoke and beer invading his senses. Their set is over, and while it's hardly a huge crowd, that post-performance relief still sets in, as it does every time. Some might think he's nuts to be in a band when being the center of attention is the last thing he wants... but in Keys' defence, he rarely is. That honor goes to Johnny Miller, their confident lead singer. Playing the keyboard toward the back, out of the spotlight is right where Keys would rather be.

Johnny and Curtis, the guitarist, head toward the bar to take advantage of the free drink offer given to performers, while Keys hangs back and chugs a bottle of water to cool himself down and rehydrate, his cheeks still flushed and his hair disheveled from the intense heat generated in the room during their set. Purple Starlight's drummer, Danny, mutters something to him about the show, but Keys' gaze and attention focuses elsewhere — back toward the bar, where the other two band members are now talking to a few girls.

Two of them are familiar; one being Curtis' girlfriend, Leah, who promptly yanks the guy into the kind of shameless kiss that would scar anyone for life if they witnessed it, and another... he's sure he's seen her before. "Hey. You with me, man?" Danny asks, noticing the keyboardist's distracted state. "Y-yeah..." Keys responds absent-mindedly, still intently observing the crowd as he tries to place her. Oh. Her identity suddenly clicks into place right as Curtis leads the group over and he can make out her face better.

...Chrissy. The pretty cheerleader from high school. They've never spoken, but he remembers her. Taking a final sip of water, Keys offers a smile as she and the others approach, with Curtis telling the girls his and Danny's names, followed by introducing Chrissy and the other girls. Suddenly he feels like the same nervous nerdy kid from back in school, half-expecting her to see right through him. Nonetheless, despite his nerves, Keys nods in greeting and speaks up anyway; keeping his recognition of her to himself for now. "Hey. Uh... thanks for listening to us." It's the best he can do when he's had no time to mentally rehearse something.

* STARTER CALL. / @chrissyfied.