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[emblazes]

[After six hours of hair and makeup, he was totally...expecting a bit more...than to be met with complete disgust...]

You did it!

[And Lance's forearm earns (1) karate chop.]

Leave it alone now-!

[competing]

[ iF THAT'S WHAT DISGUST LOOKS LIKE TO YOU THEN THIS RELATIONSHIP IS GONNA BE A TRIP.

anyway ow??? jeebus?? ]

Ow, what the heck!

[ lance shrinks back, because he's a baby. ]

Look it's not my fault it didn't work out, okay! [ a lie. ] Maybe your face just isn't made to be seen that way! [ not that much of a lie. because it may as well be a crime. dang. ]

i cant believe theyre breaking up

[emblazes]

[LANCE IS BEING TERRIBLE TO HIM. HE DOESN'T KNOW.]

Just leave me alone. If I wanted company, I would h--

[emblazes]

Are you blushing?

rip klance: 2017-2017

[competing]

—what! [ hey, since when was his voice that high-pitched? ]

No!

Maybe you're blushing, have you thought about that!

selling: brand new baby shoes

[emblazes]

Why would I be blushing?!

[If his face is red, it's because he's Mad. Obviously.]

Your cheeks are red.

never prolapsed

[competing]

[ you could've used the work out excuse... amateur... ]

That's just because I ran here! I'm wildly out of shape!

[ wait ]

DIE

[emblazes]

[No. He's mad. And in shape.]

Why did you run here?

[THAT's the important thing to focus on.]

hmmmm no

[competing]

[ he shrugs, looking sheepish now. ]

I dunno. I was excited.

hm!

[emblazes]

Well..whatever.

[He'll step away from Lance with that to retrieve his bamboo sword. LOOK FAMILIAR?? LANCE???]

You can go back home now.

no

[competing]

[ lance shrinks back, flashing keith a v-sign. peace, bro... peace... ]

What — no kiss good-bye?

[ or maybe he shouldn't be pushing his luck like this. hm. ]

1/3

[emblazes]

[YOU JUST INSULTED HIS HAIR AND MADE HIM FEEL WEIRD.]

[emblazes]

[But he's..not...sure...?]

[emblazes]

Do you...want....to?













....Want one?

[competing]

[ HE COULDN'T HANDLE HOW MUCH HOTTER IT MADE YOU OKAY....... leave him alone, he's a dumb boy.

speaking of — does he want to... want one?? ]

Uh.

I mean. Yeah. Sure.

If you... want.... to... too....

[emblazes]

[Please...Keith doesn't Understand Such Human Emotions.]

...Okay.

[Staring contest starts now.]

[competing]

[ tsk tsk...

anyway lance sucks at staring contests he already loses from the get go because he just blinks rapidly at that response. was. was that a yes??

slowly, tentatively, he inches closer... keeping an eye on keith the entire time... like a lion tamer at the zoo, except instead this time the lion's got the wooden chair, and by wooden chair i mean bamboo sword.

but ok, it's alright, just no sudden movements... just a couple more inches...!

there! a quick smack on the cheek. heh. ]

...See you later?

[emblazes]

[Lance pls, ur just making this more strange by being a furry and pretending Keith's a lion.

But it happens -- it's a lot simpler than imagined, too. It takes him an extra second to even realize that was it?!]

-- Yeah.

[Before he can just take off, he'll lean forward and press a quick kiss to Lance's cheek in turn. This'll be more...natural over time. Hopefully.]

[competing]

[ why'd you have to bring that up...

anyway, it's all a little stilted, but lance just figures that's the typical growing pains of figuring out each other in a relationship. that weird half-thrill, half-panic that bubbles up in your stomach, you know. it's the same kinda warm, fizzy feeling he gets when keith returns the awkward kiss. because even if that wasn't maybe the right thing to do, at least they're both hecking up together, right? it's... almost romantic.

or something.

anyway, ignore his goofy little smile there okay, whatever, you're seeing things. he'll nod in response, turning to flit towards the door before keith changes his mind and whacks him with that sword or something.

oh wait... he nearly forgot something, didn't he? lingering by the doorway, he rubs at the back of his neck a little before turning back. ]

...It looks nice, by the way. [ better late than never...? ] You look nice.

[ ....

ok bye loser!!! ]

[emblazes]

[YOU BROUGHT IT UP.

Sure, Lance blows at dojo training and he can't keep up worth crap, but there's something s..ad? About him just heading off with that. How's he supposed to turn away from that face and go back to beating on a dummy.]

You just told me to shave my head.

[While trailing after him, sliding his wooden sword back onto the rack as he moves along after his compadre.]

And you already messed up my momentum.

[Before Lance can ask why he's following him/leaving, too.]

[competing]

I was kidding.

[ in a vain attempt to try and stifle his big gay feelings....... alright fine so maybe he should work on that. fine.

anyway so much for his hasty retreat. but as soon as he sees keith means to follow after him, he hangs back, waiting instead to fall into step together. he contemplates reaching for keith's hand along the way but he did just get some sweet cheek kiss action. maybe he oughta slow his roll a little here.

he'll stuff his hands into his pockets for now instead. ]

Since when do you care about your looks anyway?

[emblazes]

[Ok, well, now he looks even more perplexed. Is his entire life a lie? Does Lance actually like his hair?

He brings up a good point.]

I don't.

[He'll...refrain from grabbing Lance's hand, just because. He'd go along with a handholdy thing, but now he's in the midst of a fake-fight about whether his hair looks good or not, and while he doesn't EVEN CARE, it'd be like he's conceding to Lance's bullshit if he initiated a handhold sesh.

When they actually make it outside, he feels extra chilly since he's sweaty and his neck's exposed. What a weird feeling....

He'll walk closer to his bro, but that's it.]

[competing]

[ his feelings towards the mullet are. complicated. a part of him may or may not be beginning to realize all his so-called hatred for the hair could have possibly been an unrealized crush from a stupid boy who didn't know any better okay gET OFF HIS BACK ]

Dummy, you should've brought your jacket...

[ who told you to walk around in a skintight fight suit when fall's just begun... smh...

anyway, welcome to shoujo moment #452: lance is gonna go ahead and shrug off his trendy jacket™ and slip it over your shoulders now. like a freaking gentleman, oh yeah. ]

1/2

[emblazes]

What?!

[Immediately on the defense. Don't call him out all of a sudden....]

I'm not cold.

[But he's also not denying the jacket, embarrassing, maybe, as the gesture is. He feels embarrassed, sure, but he also feels something else entirely.

The jacket looks entirely too big on him, btw. Half because his own jacket doesn't extend past his ribs, thus making a normal jacket odd on principle. Half because he's just a smol shonen but not 2 small 2 love.]

[emblazes]

Aren't you cold?

[Never would have had this problem in Texas.]