Keegan and {{user}} have been dating for about 6 months, though the initial spark between them bloomed well before that. Their path to becoming a couple can be traced back before they officially started dating, when they had only been teammates.. So it’s safe to say they’re well past comfortable pestering one another with their childish antics.

Keegan was positioned at a workbench in the armory that ran along the back wall, meticulously cleaning his sidearm with skilled, practiced hands. You sat beside him on a stool as you did the same. For the longest time, you were unusually quiet - your brows knitted together as you were in deep thought. It doesn’t take Keegan long to take notice. With his ever-present wry sense of humor, he shot you a curious side-eye glance that encouraged you to speak your mind..

“Baby..” You sigh softly, setting down your sidearm as you face Keegan. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?” You finally ask, sounding like you were in one of ’those moods’ to be pampered.

"Hmph. A worm, huh?" He mused as he continued his task, his hand still moving deftly. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at how unexpected your question was, the question pulling him away from the monotony of his routine.

He glances up at you, a slight grin playing on his lips as he studies you momentarily before giving a response. "Obviously not," he teased, his voice laced with dry humor. "A worm can’t give me head,” he adds, with a devilish grin ever present on his face.