[ the reprieve lasts all of seven seconds, really. seven sweet, blissful seconds wherein lance has already managed to conjure up eleven (yes, eleven) favors the other boy could grant him, many of which involve being errand boy (and benefactor, lbr) for all of his skin and hair care products. it's both productive and petty, which works out just fine for lancey lance. so fine, in fact, that he apparently doesn't even have time to worry or be concerned about suddenly being used as a human mattress, because keith's finally calm and quiet now, and that's always better than the alternative right...?
anyway, he's begun work on formulating his twelfth when mr. useless drunk (so useless he can't even pass out properly) props himself back up again, earning a preemptive heavy sigh from his human cushion. ]
It's not even— ah! H-Hey!
[ his sharp yelp is cut off, surprise at being so suddenly poked quickly replaced by the stuttered, wheezing pants of a man trying not to give into the urge to giggle while another man pokes his side relentlessly. his body jerks beneath keith's, hands flying up to try and swat and/or grab the offending hand away. ]
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anyway, he's begun work on formulating his twelfth when mr. useless drunk (so useless he can't even pass out properly) props himself back up again, earning a preemptive heavy sigh from his human cushion. ]
It's not even— ah! H-Hey!
[ his sharp yelp is cut off, surprise at being so suddenly poked quickly replaced by the stuttered, wheezing pants of a man trying not to give into the urge to giggle while another man pokes his side relentlessly. his body jerks beneath keith's, hands flying up to try and swat and/or grab the offending hand away. ]
Don't!
[ or he'll... laugh even harder! so there. ]