David, in shock, was trying to soothe Keith's struggling little form, when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang.
"Shit, who is that?" He looked, up, startled, and Keith took advantage of his distraction to break free of his fingers and dart under the couch.
"Fuck, no, Keith, come out!" He started to reach under the couch, but the doorbell rang again, this time twice in a row. Lost in the surreality of the situation, he almost ignored it, but he decided that he might need some extra help in coping with what was going on. Keeing one eye on the couch, he crossed the room to the foyer and opened the door without checking to see who it was.
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