Let no critical, or exceedingly simple task go without some kind of giant farce between red and blue. If asked directly, he wouldn't be able to provide a concrete excuse for keeping Lance away from the fire; surely he's gone camping before. More than that, cave people were capable of maintaining warmth -- so says the discovery channel. For all intents and purposes, this is probably one of their most superficial slapfights to date...
Now that he's got Lance wedged beneath him, he's trying to figure out how to keep him there. Maybe if he just keeps him like so, he'll drift back to sleep naturally? The plan backfires almost immediately as something slimy, and wet crosses his exposed fingers.
A sick feeling wells up in the pit of his stomach. Same as when you're not quite sure if you've left the stove on in the midst of galaxy-hopping.]
Did you just lick me..?!
[It's an accusation that comes with swift response; he's smearing his fingers against Lance's face thereafter. It worked as a distraction, though he's still sitting on Lance, weighing awkwardly on his hip. It'd be possible to topple him.]
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Let no critical, or exceedingly simple task go without some kind of giant farce between red and blue. If asked directly, he wouldn't be able to provide a concrete excuse for keeping Lance away from the fire; surely he's gone camping before. More than that, cave people were capable of maintaining warmth -- so says the discovery channel. For all intents and purposes, this is probably one of their most superficial slapfights to date...
Now that he's got Lance wedged beneath him, he's trying to figure out how to keep him there. Maybe if he just keeps him like so, he'll drift back to sleep naturally? The plan backfires almost immediately as something slimy, and wet crosses his exposed fingers.
A sick feeling wells up in the pit of his stomach. Same as when you're not quite sure if you've left the stove on in the midst of galaxy-hopping.]
Did you just lick me..?!
[It's an accusation that comes with swift response; he's smearing his fingers against Lance's face thereafter. It worked as a distraction, though he's still sitting on Lance, weighing awkwardly on his hip. It'd be possible to topple him.]