[[ Independent roleplay and ask blog for Keith Lumley.
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[[ no no but you’re perfect 
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[[ > o < ! Good thing Kiran’s back because Keith was severely lacking a bro and Keith and Rachael make me REALLY HAPPY and eee.
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/sleep GOODNIGHT <3
[[ But it’s only 8:30. ; A ; ]]
[[ I’ve seen your starters/replies I’m just too fried out to respond. ;~; /flops ]]
Anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me. I can’t reply, just post it.
(via soldier-of-thanatos)
When she was lifted up she knew she was in safe hands, she tried to lean forward to get a sniff and a lick. He was warm, it felt so good to her. She had never been pet before, the feelings was alien but.. nice. What Theta didn’t know was she never was meant for the wild, her clumsy accident was reasons why. So, she accepted fate, resting her head against the man, she yawned and stretched her paws as much as she could before resting her eyes. She was awake, her ears would twitch now and then, she was just taking in the moment.
Her tiny sniffs were audible in the silence of the night, and he felt a little lick that made him shudder a little, both in the feeling of oddness and in joy. He glanced down, only to see her eyes close. “Guess you’re comfy, psh.” What could he do? He couldn’t leave her and expect to find her in a few days to take off the bandage, but he also felt conflicted in bringing her back. Mother pooch could be lurking, and he’d never had to care for any pet that didn’t sit in a tank. When he looked back down, however, he made his decision. Keith gently tucked her back under the fabric of his hoodie, grabbing the kit and the garbage with it, casually returning to the driver’s side and hopping in, shutting it as gently as he could. “I’m gonna regret this.”
She tried standing, it didn’t hurt to her relief, but it was a bit of a weight on her. She didn’t mind though. This person helped her and she let out a yap of gratitude. Her small tail now gently swaying. She took a few more steps around, getting use to the bandages best she could. Her walk was wobbly of course, she’d tip over every so often, letting out frustrated whines and whimpers. She was a pup after all. She managed to make her way to the man and tried pawing at him to get his attention, she was just so curious about the foster parent. Though her paw was barely noticeable, being that her paws were so small.
“You go, pup. No more trouble, ‘iight?” Her awkward footing and lack of gracefulness brought a smile to his face. Cute. Almost too cute. Keith scrunched up the used supplies and packaging in his hand, packing the rest away in the kit with the other. When he felt the tiny taps, he could almost have blown it off as nothing, but he peered at her questioningly. The garbage was left beside the kit as he focused on her, gently rubbing her tiny ears. “Lucky I found ya, furball. How’s a lil’ thing like you livin’ out here?” He plucked her up and held her against him, looking back to the woods. “Probably shouldn’t leave you out there with a bandage on, ‘less you wanna lose your foot when you grow up.”
She sat there while he changed, taking a look around while she thought to herself for a bit. Rachael felt so embarrassed for even walking in like she did but the pain had obscured her thinking for the time being. She had been looking for some water - something to try and cool herself down.
It was just so awkward for her - she didn’t go off and do things like this anymore. She had changed over the years, let go the old habits she kept.
Rachael now kept to manners and making sure all were pleased - well, to an extent. She did keep some old habits - she wasn’t always so endearing. There were many times she had been quite rude - mostly to a one Dr. Chambers due to having been annoyed with the amount of testing she had been through in just a month. It was ridiculous but in the end, she felt bad for acting as she had.
“Can’t say I have.” How in the world would she ever play with a baby elephant? It’s not like she traveled. She kept to Europe for many reasons - the biggest one being her parents and making sure they were kept taken care of.
“The gulf - maybe? I honestly can’t remember.” She scrunched her nose thinking about it. “It was horrible - pain for weeks.”
His eyes were drawn on her at all times, but he just couldn’t figure out what was giving him the need to know what was going on her head. Perhaps he was just getting too nosy. Usually he wasn’t too keen on being so attentive, but for her, he couldn’t stop watching how she acted. He could sense the discomfort around her, but wasn’t quite sure how to approach it.
Pulling his bag closer to his side, he stuffed the last of his belongings inside, zipping it. “Our base is flooded with visitors all the time. They come for the food, but the little one kept chasing around the soccer ball and tossing it at us. So we kept tossing it back and the thing would just go nuts over it. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen, I swear.” He tipped his head back, fondly basking in his memories. Their base in Kenya was positioned so perfectly, they loved it. Often times, they’d go on their own little safaris, driving around the land for fun.
“Ain’t those things poisonous or some shit? Hope you got that checked out.” Her expression cause him to let out a little chuckle. “Spring break’s always the craziest.” Searching his right arm, he showed off the aged scar above his elbow.”Few buddies of mine decided the best way to spent our senior spring break was drunk at the docks. We ended up getting invited onto some chick’s boat, but I tripped try’na get on and smashed a bottle when I hit the dock. Didn’t go to the hospital ‘till the next morning, either. Just washed it out with some liquor and went for a ride. Bad idea, by the way.”
(Source: bsaaoperativegrinder)
[[ He’s definitely part black, but I wouldn’t say full, although I do know full African people with lighter skin (even Sheva is a bit pale). I sorta looked into both his skin color and the origins of some of his tattoos, I think it was an anon on my other account that brought attention of some of them.
In my personal headcanon, Keith is 1/2 black, 1/4 white, and 1/4 Native American. u w u He’s got darker than white skin, but blue eyes and freckles, and most of his tattoos are of Native/African culture. I could be totally wrong and one day Capcom could say “yep, he’s black”, but since I really doubt it and it makes sense to me, I usually stick with my headcanon. 8));; Hope that helps? ]]
*Chucks a handful of pens at him* Yeah well I just want to get it done, y’know? So I don’t have to spend all weekend worrying about it, unlike you. *Sighs and leans back in it, looking at him upside down* Why you gotta be such an ass, Grinder?
Hey! *Puts up his hands to block his face, twisting away.* I got enough ink, thanks. Man, it’s gonna take you all weekend to finish that shit then we’ll be back at work. Is that even your paperwork, or are you just doin’ all the shit you don’t need to do? *Flicks the spot between his eyes, chuckling.* Least I ain’t Jackass, Jackass.
