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keith "i didn't come here to make friends" mccree ([personal profile] emblazes) wrote2017-07-02 08:34 am

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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-10 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ lance takes a moment to consider it, lips smacking some more. ]

...yeeee...es...?

[ pls. pls don't make him try it again. ]

In any case, I feel totally better now. Good as new!
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-10 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he hisses again, shifting out of reflex. the reaction itself isn't really warranted; the ointment isn't that cold anymore, and the touch is gentle enough that said ribs aren't left aching. (anymore than usual anyway.) still, he shies away from the touch, wriggling the opposite way, probably just because of the touch itself. the shifting has him bumping against keith's leg, making him pause. ]

How can you tell?

[ look the last time he was this hecked up, he was passed out for a majority of it... ]
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-11 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ look, all of this would probably be ten times easier if he weren't flush against you right now, chest to back. at least only one of them is near-naked...

TOO BAD IT'S HIM. ]


Fine, fine, give me a second...

[ alright... deep breaths... calm... find your center... basically anything he can remember mr. miyagi saying from karate kid. he closes his eyes, tips his head back, takes a handful of deep breaths, trying to pay attention to where it hurts most. ]

...a little lower. Towards the middle.
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-11 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ this time the hiss he lets out is completely genuine, body instinctively shrinking back from the touch. ]

Yeah, yeah, you got it—

[ some more squirming because, honestly, hasn't he suffered enough... ]

It's fine, it's just bruising, right? Those things like... heal overnight.

[ or something. ]
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-11 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Weeks?!

[ guess who's surging forward with that shout, only to suddenly go still because, hey, you shouldn't do that if you're injured. grimacing, he flops backwards onto keith's chest again, about as miserably as you would expect from him. ]

Aw mannn how'm I gonna work like this??
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-12 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ he sighs, somewhat heavily, but there is a definite level of comfort in keith's reassurance that lance doesn't hesitate to indulge in. he isn't in any more pain, at least, so maybe that magic stuff is working after all... it's a better line of thinking than laying here covered in weird ointment junk for no reason, anyway. ]

What do you mean?

[ he'd been watching keith's hands fuss over the blankets, unconsciously keeping extra still so as nof to disturb him. because of that, he doesn't quite get keith's intent right away. but by the time it hits him, he can't really make sense of why that'd be tbe case.

slowly he shifts, just so he can glance over his shoulder at the other. ]


Why?
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-12 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a weird juxtaposition. keith's gestures, at least the physical ones, are soft and tender and borderline intimate, but then he goes and says things that imply a strange sort of protectiveness (which is really just a different sort of intimacy isn't it?) that lance isn't really sure how to feel in the moment.

(warm, is the one that's winning out the most, with the blanket drawn up to his chest, the hands folding against his skin.)

keith telling him not to turn it into a thing kind of just makes him want to turn it into a thing, because by saying that isn't it already implying that it could be a thing, which only just makes it more a thing than it would have been if he hadn't?? math.

but there seems to be something almost delicate about the situation, too, which is not at all abated by the proximity between them that's really only becoming more and more apparent (and why did that take so long, anyway?). ]


...I don't remember. [ which is an obvious lie, and maybe it isn't a good idea to do so now, but he also doesn't want to the roles here to be reversed any time soon. ] You probably shouldn't go "running into her" alone anyway. [ pretty sure she can break the both of them in half without even trying. ]
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-12 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ ah, crackers. lance had totally forgotten how thirsty he was until this very moment, and now all he can think about is water, and how he'd like to maybe chug a whole gallon of it.

he chews on his lip for a moment, considering his options. he's like 99% sure keith's gonna do something stupid with this information, so the wise thing here would be to hold out and just hope it all blows over.

but on the other hand, he's so thirsty. ]


...she had long hair.

[ that'll definitely get him at least one cup, right?? ]
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-12 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it could have been worse, okay. he could have said she was pretty.

anyway, lance only just now realizes that by effectively getting keith to succumb to his will (aka getting keith to pity him enough), he is robbing himself of his very own human backrest. which, granted, isn't quite as comfortable as a pillow or mattress could be but it was still... oddly nice. in some way. some weird way lance isn't going to think about right now, because he should be focusing on slowly sitting back up himself. which he does. go him. ]


Could you put some ice in it?

[ look he wasn't going to not try to push his luck, okay... ]
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-12 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he actually doesn't know how to respond until keith's already turning away and leaving. so he's left with his mouth hanging open around a rebuttal, or maybe just a flat-out protest. he never gets to find out since keith totally just walked out on him. he folds his arms across his chest, then realizes how much that actually hurts, and so he sets his arms back down at his sides again, leaning back against that adequately fluffed pillow with a huff.

when keith finally returns, he's sure to speak first, just in case the boy decides to have the last word on him again: ]


I'm not ashamed. [ pls? he gets his butt (BUTT!!) kicked all the time, and it's like 65% often done by girls. his older sister can still make him cry. HE COULD CARE LESS. ]

But what's the point? You wanna make her say sorry? Beat her up in revenge? [ cue his instant head-shaking because THESE AREN'T SUGGESTIONS OKAY ] She could probably wipe the floor with four of us, and you want me to be okay with sending you off so you could end up like this too? That's what's crap.
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-12 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no such water was accepted during this time, because things are getting Intense, and who has time to remember about trivial things like hydration! so the ice clinks noisily against the glass, and some water even spills onto his chest, but the situation is too tense now for it to be funny or sexy or even just weird. you're lucky it wasn't against his bruised rib, keith! otherwise you would've been feeling hecka guilty!

anyway his hand at least comes up to take the glass then, which is fortunate because it gives him something to curl a fist around. ]


Well no one asked you to, [ he snaps back without really thinking. by now, his defenses are flaring up, and he's starting to feel really... ashamed? the very shame he was so adamant about not feeling just a minute earlier, only this time it has nothing to do with zero.

he doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but he doesn't want keith to think him that much of an idiot, either. ]


She's probably not even gonna remember me anyway. [ lbr none of the girls he meets in this way ever do. ] Not that it matters, because whatever hecked them up in that VR room isn't gonna affect them outside of it. [ so surely, surely she wouldn't be quite as volatile the next time? if there even is a next time? ]
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[personal profile] competing 2017-09-13 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ that wasn't at all what he was saying! for all he knew, she was even stronger, because what if the vr nonsense just made her forget all the abilities she actually possessed? regardless, all signs continue to point to him not wanting keith anywhere near her, especially given how volatile the guy usually is.

case in point...

lance tries not to look as hurt as he feels when keith reiterates his hands-off approach next time — and of course mr. heart-on-his-sleeve fails miserably at it. it's silly, because the guy literally just said nobody had to ask him to help less than a minute earlier, but all lance hears now is how much he doesn't care. ]


I wasn't going to.

[ which is a bold-faced LIE but what else can you really say in this moment... sure he and keith had their differences, but usually — when the chips fall, they had each others' backs, right? what's so different this time?

he looks down at the glass in his hand, the other idly picking at some spilled alien bugles. he can't even stick them on his fingers now and pretend he has a claw... they've been Sullied... ]


What do you want me to say, Keith? I hecked up? We both know I did. [ one more aggressively than the other, but. ]

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