Open Thread (Keith/Anderson)
From today's Open Thread at fakenews_fanfic
The past week had been long, eventful and gossipy. Not that either of them tried to stay on top of the gossip gracing the back pages of the more unsavory magazines and papers. However, they had paid enough attention that Anderson had turned around and ran as soon as he saw the photographers clustered around the building entrance.
Now he was leaning against the wall of a side alley a few blocks away, hands over his face in the hopes that if he just squinted hard enough, then they'd magically be gone.
"We can try going in the back door, if you want," Keith said. It had taken him a while to find Anderson, since he wasn't used to sprinting away from reporters.
Anderson groaned. "I'm sure there's some back there, too."
"Hop across roofs and go down the fire escape?" Keith suggested.
"You'd never make it," Anderson replied.
Keith scoffed. "I assure you that I'm just as agile as I've ever been. Now, come on, stop hiding behind your hands, open your eyes and either face the cameras head on, or help me come up with an alternate plan."
"Fine," Anderson said, taking his hands away from his face just to put them across his chest. "Let's just get on a plane and fly to where-ever it takes us."
Keith stared at him for a minute. "How about a train instead?"
The past week had been long, eventful and gossipy. Not that either of them tried to stay on top of the gossip gracing the back pages of the more unsavory magazines and papers. However, they had paid enough attention that Anderson had turned around and ran as soon as he saw the photographers clustered around the building entrance.
Now he was leaning against the wall of a side alley a few blocks away, hands over his face in the hopes that if he just squinted hard enough, then they'd magically be gone.
"We can try going in the back door, if you want," Keith said. It had taken him a while to find Anderson, since he wasn't used to sprinting away from reporters.
Anderson groaned. "I'm sure there's some back there, too."
"Hop across roofs and go down the fire escape?" Keith suggested.
"You'd never make it," Anderson replied.
Keith scoffed. "I assure you that I'm just as agile as I've ever been. Now, come on, stop hiding behind your hands, open your eyes and either face the cameras head on, or help me come up with an alternate plan."
"Fine," Anderson said, taking his hands away from his face just to put them across his chest. "Let's just get on a plane and fly to where-ever it takes us."
Keith stared at him for a minute. "How about a train instead?"