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It had been a very shitty week, that was for sure, and things just seemed to go from bad to worse. Still, Kelvin never imagined his rough time would culminate in him driving home, only in his underwear and sticking to his leather seats with Keefe in the passenger seat, also practically naked and high out of his mind. They had found themselves in this ridiculous position because of Kelvin, he knew it was his fault and he’d take all the blame. If the lord saw fit to punish him in this way, he’d just have to take it.
(Season 1 episode 9)
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It probably hadn’t been the best idea to dress up like the ghosts of his boyfriend’s deceased mother in order to scare Eli Gemstone out of a relationship. Keefe realized this as he was sent tumbling down the stairs, about to receive what was sure to be a good beating from the Freeman’s nanny.
Aftermath of S4E4.
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Kelvin get's a new pair of shoes. Keefe really likes them.
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Kelvin was getting killed first, he knew it. It made the most sense, pick off the youngest, the least important. He was the warning shot. They weren’t going to take out Jesse or Judy, then they wouldn’t have much left to bargain with. Murder the gay youth pastor first. Duh, no brainer.
Or, Kelvin's got something to get off his chest before he kicks the bucket. (Takes place during season 3, episode 7)
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“Thank you.” Keefe focused on the money, reaching out for it.
“Of course! Now you have a blessed d-“ the man’s voice started out cheery but suddenly faltered. He didn’t let go of the bill as Keefe grabbed for it, causing the tips of their fingers to touch for a moment. Keefe followed the stranger’s eyes to where they were locked on his outstretched arms, the words Hail Satan crudely tattooed across his bicep.
The man let go of the money. Keefe twitched, thinking for a moment the stranger might turn on him, might have decided Keefe was too much of a low life to deserve any kindness. But all he did was clear his throat lightly, looking back at Keefe’s face.
“You have a blessed day, okay?” He finished, his smile now, for some reason, even brighter than before. All Keefe could do was nod in response.(or, the big pre-canon fic!)