dont imagine lance getting really sad and missing the ocean and the rain and dont imagine him thinking about his mom and just wishing he could see her and definitely dont imagine keith overhearing him crying into his hands and awkwardly comforting him
I love the color work and the figure is well put together.
Keith scuffed his boots on the snow-littered ground. He knew he was standing a little too near to the edge but it was the closest he could get. There was a guitarist basking just across the opposite...