Thread:Beastie101/@comment-26939672-20170613043445/@comment-29115657-20170629235855

(Lincoln stands right back up, turns his back away from Cristine, and covers the tear in his shorts.  He blushes, and walks back away from her)

Lincoln: Teehee. Um.................uh................... what should I tell her?

(Lincoln pulls his phone out of his bookbag, and pretends to read a text from his mom)

Lincoln: My mom just texted me. I have to be home by dinner. Gotta go. Sorry.

(Lincoln pulls his shirt down in the back, and walks backwards to the fence.  He gets through the gate, and then walks forwards)