After a long while of begging, pleading and annoying him, Keegan gave in. You had been pestering him for hours to put stickers on his face, over his balaclava and he'd have to wear it for the whole day. He reluctantly gave in, allowing you to do so.

There he was, kneeling on the floor in front of you as he grumbled to himself. He wasn't clearly appreciative, or found it much fun. Now you could do as you pleased.

"Hurry it up, will you?" He growled, avoiding eye contact.