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[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.]

[competing]

[ he shrugs. he wasn't working that day, so he's just wearing his normal civvies. while the three-quarter sleeve of his baseball tee doesn't provide that much coverage, he also isn't the one covered in sweat right now.

which means his jacket's probably gonna be all sweaty when he gets it back... ew.... ]

Not really. I ran all the way here, remember? My body's all warmed up.

[ something something insert pick up line here.

he arches a brow at the other. almost challenging. ]

Why? You gonna give it back?

[emblazes]

[Keith figured that was a quasi-lie and that he couldn't be benefiting from that cardio now; he certainly isn't benefiting from getting all worked up with that dummy at the moment.]

I was going to, if you wanted it.

[Yet, he's pulling it more fully around himself so it looks less like a shawl and more like an umbrella :) .]

[competing]

[ c-cute......................

hmph. all his smooth moves are backfiring against him at this rate. HMPH. ]

I'm good. I've been wearing it all day.

[ as if that means anything...

hmph. ]

You could use the sleeves, you know.

[ fall for his subtle ploy to expose your hands, keith... do it... ]

[emblazes]

[Your pickup lines and snazzy words have no affect on him.]

..Oh.

[Yeah that doesn't really mean anything. He's rocking the umbrella look for about ten seconds before he decides to...

Slip his arms into the sleeves, expose his fingers...not because Lance SUGGESTED it, but because he wanted to...!!



Why are his arms so long.]

[competing]

[ the better to hug you with ;)

anyway, lance will just quietly reach over and curl his hand around those fingers peeking out... don't mind him. ]

So how was training?

[ doo doo doo... ]

[emblazes]

[Aw x3

Keith drops a look between their hands, fingers twitching in response before kinda...returning a slight grip. Gentle touches...]

It would have been better with another person.

[Which, isn't meant to throw shade or anything. He's struggling to meet anyone as serious as he is about bettering himself in hand-to-hand combat.]

Have you been training at all?

[competing]

[ ah... as if anticipating the other's sour mood over his response, he reflexively tightens his hand around keith's fingers. ]

Kinda? I mean you know... Prompto and I do a couple of rounds in the training yard every now and then...

[ it's nbd... things have been so chill?? ]

[emblazes]

[Who even is this Prompto.]

Training what?

[Training, when Lance talks about it...can be anything. He's more skeptical of anything useful occurring between the two of them than he is angry about Lance's lackluster response.]

[competing]

[ his brudder from another mudder ]

Accuracy and stuff.

[ darts. they'd been playing darts.

anyway— ]

Should I ask around and see if I know anybody who'd like to train with you?

[emblazes]

[Oh nice! How promising! Good job, Lance. :)]

No.

[Pls don't turn this on him. He'll...find someone eventually. Someone special, who can kick his ass, fold him into a pretzel and throw him out.]

I'll manage.

[competing]

[ eheh... ]

Are you suuuure?

[ he nudges him a bit with his elbow. ]

You set me up with a playdate, it's only fair I do the same.

[emblazes]

I'm sure.

[Definitely, absolutely. Unless Lance has a super good candidate in mind, and right now it sounds like a revenge plot.]

[competing]

Fine, fine... You know where I'll be if you change your mind, anyway.

[ brb, just gonna lace your fingers with his, nbd. ]

[emblazes]

[Had to shut that shit down before he got anymore weird cheapshots in about signing him up for weird training. It was a heat of the moment thing ok.

But look who isn't even mad about it. It's Lance. Because they're interlocking fingers and whatnot. His bend in turn, holding his hand in a careful grip. M'lady.]

...Have you met her?

[competing]

Who? The Hawk's eye person?

[ no... because i suck... ]

No, not yet...

[emblazes]

It's just Hawkeye.

[Don't contact the wrong one...like the Avenger's dude. Tho we prob don't even have one in game.]

[competing]

[ we have a kate you blockhead ]

First name or last name?

[emblazes]

[I'M THINKING OF THE GUY.]

Riza?

[Your question is too vague, sir. Keith effectively just answered a this or that question with a yes.]

[competing]

[ gay. ]

Hawkeye Riza?

[emblazes]

Flip it around.

[This isn't Tokyo.]