[ the coffee was ready anyway. he comes out of the kitchen with a cup of it, a spoon swirling inside of it as he extends it with its handle outward for keith to take. in one moment, he's dropping sugar packets and a carton of milk next to keith's seat on the hardwood. ]
Fast driver, but a slow climber?
[ in the next, he's crouching next to him with a towel, already scrubbing at his wet hair. ]
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Fast driver, but a slow climber?
[ in the next, he's crouching next to him with a towel, already scrubbing at his wet hair. ]
You're pretty drenched there, buddy.