[Keith resurfaces after approximately fifteen seconds with (1) small blue dragon attached to his bangs, latched on by the...gum? Uninterested in letting go. Of course, in turn, Keith's got a fist around his little body. The lizard doesn't seem to mind -- content with its fake successful hunt.]
Let go-!
[He's afraid to blindly pry his jaws apart, lest he accidentally crush the thing's head in the process.]
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Let go-!
[He's afraid to blindly pry his jaws apart, lest he accidentally crush the thing's head in the process.]