[He gives Lance a look. It's like when a dog either hears a new sound, or a noise so entirely familiar to them they tilt their head in an effort to fully comprehend. It's as if he's never heard Lance yelp before, which is untrue, just...the manner of which...
His hand's attacked as a secondary result, which is fine, because he has another. He could fend off Lance's own, but that's a lot of effort when he's got another open side. Why would he ever relent when Lance explicitly asked him to, anyway? This is clearly what Keith was trying to prepare him for back at the dojo. This time, he'll run his fore and middle fingers from Lance's hip to his ribcage, the puppydogish look growing more amused with the amount of pressure he's jabbing into his skin.
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His hand's attacked as a secondary result, which is fine, because he has another. He could fend off Lance's own, but that's a lot of effort when he's got another open side. Why would he ever relent when Lance explicitly asked him to, anyway? This is clearly what Keith was trying to prepare him for back at the dojo. This time, he'll run his fore and middle fingers from Lance's hip to his ribcage, the puppydogish look growing more amused with the amount of pressure he's jabbing into his skin.
RIP.]