but maybe what's more gross is how — comfortable this all is. lance had been so worried, when they first decided to see where this would lead (without so many words, tbh) that things would be weird. and it kind of is? but also kind of not. it's an exciting sort of weird that's both exhilarating and terrifying, like your first time in a rollercoaster and you're pretty sure you're gonna die but then you don't and instead you just had the greatest rush of your life.
he tips his head to the side, temple tickled by wisps of thick, mullet hair. ]
Same old, same old, yeah... [ till that hitch at the end of the day, everything was perfectly normal. ] Merleth had a new flavor of ice cream he let me try. It was kinda like if root beer and pretzels had a baby. He's pretty sure it's gonna be a big seller.
[ idly, his thumb finds the side of keith's hand, rubbing. ]
[Salty...root beer? Keith's already not sure about how great it is, but they probably wont be visiting that stand tonight. Unless Lance decides he wants dessert...]
Can't he make you a cheeseball ice cream?
[Which, of course, sounds completely vile, but it may make Lance happy...so...]
Don't wanna talk about it.
[On the other hand, he doesn't know anyone in his district by name (minus Riza) and he doesn't care to. Most of what he ends up tangled up in (why do these women seem so intent on roping him into weird samples/diagram discussions/etc) aren't worth repeating for any reason.
It's a typical response, not at all prompted to elaborate by that tender bit of affection, hmph. His eyes have closed by this point, the temple-nuzzle-thing calming enough.
He's taking for granted he won't be lead into a pole. Character development.]
I dunno if he can achieve the optimum level of organgeness necessary for a cheeseball ice cream.
[ trufax there's such a thing as cheese ice cream though... it's good...
but anyway, lance is normally more than okay occupying the entirety of a conversation (and has, on multiple occasions), but they're, like. dating and stuff now. and part of dating is compromise and being equal and mutual reassurances and all that stuff, right? so while he's more than ready to keep talking about merleth and his wild and whacky dreams of an ice cream-filled future, he'll pause on that for now. ]
[That's fuckin' gross dude. Keith's just trying to be nice. As for something weird happening, Keith would've confirmed this a month or so back. Nothing out of the ordinary happened at all. He opens his eyes just slightly...]
Someone was trying t-- [Wait, he's never talked about anything remotely sexual with Lance before, or outloud? He's looking to make sure no one's really nearby; near enough to hear them.
It's...fine.]
They were giving away coupons for different. Uh. Toys. A lot of the merchandise people bother us to make sure we're on good terms, I guess.
[ lance shifts his head a little, just enough that he can glance down and see keith's half-lidded eyes and (typical) suspicious glance around. it doesn't really occur to him yet why keith would sound so stilted talking about free merch; he always thought the boy enjoyed being frugal like that, whereas lance would blow twelve silver on one face mask if the packaging was shiny enough, lbr.
oh wait. put the pieces together, lance... toys... red light district...
do the math... ]
Oh. Oh. You mean. Oh.
[ those kind of toys.
well now this is just awkward...............
mostly because now he can't stop thinking about it. ]
[Hey, at least he's thinking about something other than the dude getting murdered, huh? Buttplugs, anal beads...
He's glad he waited on elaborating. He...hm. It's hard, trying to...even recall the simplest of toys by name. None of it interests him, but a lingering glance usually costs him some dignity (even though he's the only one on the street who feels that way) and he gets roped in to some dumbass advertisement scheme. He can't help but to look, either, wild advertisements of any sort tend to be distracting.]
Yeah.
[Finally, with a sigh.]
They had a wheel thing out the other day. I guess they were trying to get rid of old inventory.
[Another vague story.]
They made me take these things that look like candy wrappers, but they're completely clear. They look like small ketchup packets.
[tmw the hookers hook you up with neatly-packaged lube.]
[ the extent of any sex talk lance has ever had with another human being outside of your general sex ed class was a wild night of fourteen-year-old lance and hunk looking things up online while being very careful not to click on anything too blatant and using phrases like you-know-what and you-know-where.
needless to say, he isn't any better off than keith when it comes to this, except maybe even a little worse, because he's getting all warm in the neck and red in the cheeks, and he's shifting against keith like there's suddenly an itch between his shoulderblades. ]
What, like... Edible stuff?
[ is there. is there edible stuff in the bedroom...
oh lord. the internet didn't prepare him well enough for this. curse you, safe search! ]
[He didn't try to eat it; there's no logo involved, no ...nothing. Just a clear -- actually, there's tiny text in blue written on the side, but he decided pretty quickly that it wasn't meant to be consumed.
It could be jellowy? He...it just didn't occur to him to shove it into his mouth. Random things he receives from the RLD aren't synonymous with Mouthputting.]
[This is why he doesn't talk about The Shit He Sees.]
We already talked about eating out...
[Eating out..lol. So much for their long romantic walk into the night. Lance is Nyoomin and he's following, just barely catching the name of the take outplace (and by barely, he kinda glanced at the obnoxious lights overhead).]
[ look, it's not the red light district okay, so chances are whatever they get will be decent... and not accidentally a fetish toy.
they're still sort of wrapped up in each other as he leads them through the threshold and towards the counter, which is fine since el nysa is all about the bass (no treble). in fact, the waitress even looks delighted about it, and happily offers them the "lovers" package (complete with weeknight discount!) ]
Uh... yeah. We'll get two of those.
[ because between keith "i work out ten times a day" red lion and allura "my alien physiology is confusing" altea, it's usually better safe than sorry. ]
[Lance can go ahead and order; Keith's busy studying the innards of this place, even if they won't be staying. It's his thing. Studying mall maps, counting smoke detectors. Familiarizing himself.
It does smell good in here, at least.
Lovers package has him looking toward the...what is it, waitress? Cashier? The counter person, frowning in typical fashion, looking between she and Lance.]
[Be nice. He doesn't know what's going on, and he also doesn't understand the reference? Maybe she had something in her eye.
Let's assume his BOM suit comes with secret pockets, because he's fishing some ca$h out from it at the mention of how much....regardless of how squeaky is came out.]
Don't get all worked up.
[Just because you ordered extra food. They'll just have plenty leftover for tomorrow...and so on.]
[Overreaction..whoah....calm down big man. He's only paying since Lance has been lowkey (probably) paying Giovanni to be up his butt (nonliterally). The change finds some depth of his weird suit. He'll go ahead and handle carrying their 20lb dinnerfood too. You know. Since Lance is all weird now.
Shouldn't have brought up edible toys.]
I...guess?
[See, normally that would be an offensive thing, maybe? It's not such a touchy subject nowadays and there's no good way of answering that. Aliens built it...it probably has secret functions he's not even aware of yet.]
[ his mind stutters for a second. like when you accidentally trip on nothing, because your body miscalculated the fact you were walking on level ground this entire time. but it takes him a moment to wrap his mind around that.
[Neat vs cool. Is there a difference? Find out next time.
What is different is Lance's tone...and that his voice keeps shifting in pitch. Is he...sick? Is he getting worked up about earlier again? He'll flash his companion a quick, concerned look, and let his free hand settle back into Lance's, fingers interlocking as usual.]
[ everything's fine, he just wants to die a little that's all. geez... he was already aching for a hot bath after the day he'd had, but now maybe he'll benefit more from a cold shower... ]
Yeah, don't worry about it.
[ a Sigh&trade, and a squeeze of his hand in return. ]
It's just been a long day, I guess.
[ also he kinda wants to raw you lol but like. pg-13 because this is a children's show, ig. ]
[His next thing was gonna be that, like, he'd stop..wearing the catsuit so much if it made him uncomfortable? It just wasn't his go-to thing, as Lance previously never mentioned finding alien things weird or uncomfy. Maybe something happened, maybe he just doesn't like the look of it?
He looks up at the nudge, a skeptical eyeroll follows.]
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but maybe what's more gross is how — comfortable this all is. lance had been so worried, when they first decided to see where this would lead (without so many words, tbh) that things would be weird. and it kind of is? but also kind of not. it's an exciting sort of weird that's both exhilarating and terrifying, like your first time in a rollercoaster and you're pretty sure you're gonna die but then you don't and instead you just had the greatest rush of your life.
he tips his head to the side, temple tickled by wisps of thick, mullet hair. ]
Same old, same old, yeah... [ till that hitch at the end of the day, everything was perfectly normal. ] Merleth had a new flavor of ice cream he let me try. It was kinda like if root beer and pretzels had a baby. He's pretty sure it's gonna be a big seller.
[ idly, his thumb finds the side of keith's hand, rubbing. ]
What about you?
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Can't he make you a cheeseball ice cream?
[Which, of course, sounds completely vile, but it may make Lance happy...so...]
Don't wanna talk about it.
[On the other hand, he doesn't know anyone in his district by name (minus Riza) and he doesn't care to. Most of what he ends up tangled up in (why do these women seem so intent on roping him into weird samples/diagram discussions/etc) aren't worth repeating for any reason.
It's a typical response, not at all prompted to elaborate by that tender bit of affection, hmph. His eyes have closed by this point, the temple-nuzzle-thing calming enough.
He's taking for granted he won't be lead into a pole. Character development.]
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[ trufax there's such a thing as cheese ice cream though... it's good...
but anyway, lance is normally more than okay occupying the entirety of a conversation (and has, on multiple occasions), but they're, like. dating and stuff now. and part of dating is compromise and being equal and mutual reassurances and all that stuff, right? so while he's more than ready to keep talking about merleth and his wild and whacky dreams of an ice cream-filled future, he'll pause on that for now. ]
Why not? Something weird happen...?
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[That's fuckin' gross dude. Keith's just trying to be nice. As for something weird happening, Keith would've confirmed this a month or so back. Nothing out of the ordinary happened at all. He opens his eyes just slightly...]
Someone was trying t-- [Wait, he's never talked about anything remotely sexual with Lance before, or outloud? He's looking to make sure no one's really nearby; near enough to hear them.
It's...fine.]
They were giving away coupons for different. Uh. Toys. A lot of the merchandise people bother us to make sure we're on good terms, I guess.
[The vaguest, worst story ever told.]
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[ lance shifts his head a little, just enough that he can glance down and see keith's half-lidded eyes and (typical) suspicious glance around. it doesn't really occur to him yet why keith would sound so stilted talking about free merch; he always thought the boy enjoyed being frugal like that, whereas lance would blow twelve silver on one face mask if the packaging was shiny enough, lbr.
oh wait. put the pieces together, lance... toys... red light district...
do the math... ]
Oh. Oh. You mean. Oh.
[ those kind of toys.
well now this is just awkward...............
mostly because now he can't stop thinking about it. ]
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He's glad he waited on elaborating. He...hm. It's hard, trying to...even recall the simplest of toys by name. None of it interests him, but a lingering glance usually costs him some dignity (even though he's the only one on the street who feels that way) and he gets roped in to some dumbass advertisement scheme. He can't help but to look, either, wild advertisements of any sort tend to be distracting.]
Yeah.
[Finally, with a sigh.]
They had a wheel thing out the other day. I guess they were trying to get rid of old inventory.
[Another vague story.]
They made me take these things that look like candy wrappers, but they're completely clear. They look like small ketchup packets.
[tmw the hookers hook you up with neatly-packaged lube.]
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needless to say, he isn't any better off than keith when it comes to this, except maybe even a little worse, because he's getting all warm in the neck and red in the cheeks, and he's shifting against keith like there's suddenly an itch between his shoulderblades. ]
What, like... Edible stuff?
[ is there. is there edible stuff in the bedroom...
oh lord. the internet didn't prepare him well enough for this. curse you, safe search! ]
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[He didn't try to eat it; there's no logo involved, no ...nothing. Just a clear -- actually, there's tiny text in blue written on the side, but he decided pretty quickly that it wasn't meant to be consumed.
It could be jellowy? He...it just didn't occur to him to shove it into his mouth. Random things he receives from the RLD aren't synonymous with Mouthputting.]
Weren't we just talking about dinner?
[GET IT TOGETHER, LANCE.]
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anyway oh yeah. dinner. focus. ]
Th-That's why I asked! If it was edible, we could have had it with dinner!
[ s...mooth save there, enrique suave. ]
Hey, there's a restaurant right there! [ nyooom... ]
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We already talked about eating out...
[Eating out..lol. So much for their long romantic walk into the night. Lance is Nyoomin and he's following, just barely catching the name of the take outplace (and by barely, he kinda glanced at the obnoxious lights overhead).]
Have you been here before?!
[Quietly...just...worth knowing.]
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[ look, it's not the red light district okay, so chances are whatever they get will be decent... and not accidentally a fetish toy.
they're still sort of wrapped up in each other as he leads them through the threshold and towards the counter, which is fine since el nysa is all about the bass (no treble). in fact, the waitress even looks delighted about it, and happily offers them the "lovers" package (complete with weeknight discount!) ]
Uh... yeah. We'll get two of those.
[ because between keith "i work out ten times a day" red lion and allura "my alien physiology is confusing" altea, it's usually better safe than sorry. ]
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It does smell good in here, at least.
Lovers package has him looking toward the...what is it, waitress? Cashier? The counter person, frowning in typical fashion, looking between she and Lance.]
Isn't that four entrees?
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anyway the hostess person says something about having healthy appetites and definitely winks because, ha ha, dirty joke get it. (no, probably not.)
lance does, though. because of course he would.
he coughs a little. swallowing thickly so his voice doesn't do that annoying thing where it pitches a little higher whenever he's nervous. ]
So, um. How much?
[ spoilers: it didn't work. ]
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Let's assume his BOM suit comes with secret pockets, because he's fishing some ca$h out from it at the mention of how much....regardless of how squeaky is came out.]
Don't get all worked up.
[Just because you ordered extra food. They'll just have plenty leftover for tomorrow...and so on.]
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[ the hostess just laughs, delighted by the very obvious lie. but trust keith not to realize just what lance is getting worked up about... dummy...
oh, but thanks for paying, keith. what a nice boyfriend. though where the heck are all these items coming from...
he actually brings it up once they're outside, walking back to the house. ]
How's that suit manage to fit so many things inside it anyway? Is that some secret alien technology?
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Shouldn't have brought up edible toys.]
I...guess?
[See, normally that would be an offensive thing, maybe? It's not such a touchy subject nowadays and there's no good way of answering that. Aliens built it...it probably has secret functions he's not even aware of yet.]
Does it bother you?
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No... I was just wondering.
[ he shrugs, glancing away. it definitely bothers him more than he's admitting, but probably not for the reasons keith might think. ]
It just looks really tight, that's all.
[ especially around your bum area. ]
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Yeah, because it is.
[Did he perhaps, just notice his sick 8pk?]
I can move in it pretty easy. It's like a wet suit.
[But for land. Not that he really knows much about wet suits, but it's visually a similar thing?]
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keith. wet.
the last time keith was wet around him they— ]
Neat. [ oh hello voice crack. ] I mean. Cool. [ /baritone.
HONESTLY WHY IS HE FREAKING OUT? he's seen keith in his paladin armor loads of times before! and that's virtually the same thing! ]
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What is different is Lance's tone...and that his voice keeps shifting in pitch. Is he...sick? Is he getting worked up about earlier again? He'll flash his companion a quick, concerned look, and let his free hand settle back into Lance's, fingers interlocking as usual.]
...Is everything alright?
[Does he have to go back and fight the waitress?]
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Yeah, don't worry about it.
[ a Sigh&trade, and a squeeze of his hand in return. ]
It's just been a long day, I guess.
[ also he kinda wants to raw you lol but like. pg-13 because this is a children's show, ig. ]
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I'm gonna worry about it.
[A firm statement, but it's not like Lance's reasons are unreasonable...like..if he weren't lying and shit.]
But it's over now, so just...try to relax.
why didn't you tell me i had a html heck up...
I am relaxed.
[ he isn't, but it's a different kind of... tension... than the one keith's referring to anyway, so it's not really lying.
he nudges him with his elbow a little. leering. ]
It's easy to be in a good mood when you're around.
[ awwwwwwsnap he's so smooth are you in dokis right now ]
i didnt know it wasa a heck
He looks up at the nudge, a skeptical eyeroll follows.]
You're acting weird.
[MUCH DOKI SUCH SMOOTH.]
a likely story...
Uh, it's called being romantic?
[ which is of course totally negated by stating it but whatever.
anyway THEY'RE HOME NOW... because i said so. ]
one based on true events
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LANCE
what!
u know what
no im dumb
bi
[x-files theme song]
[computer error noise]
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end ig...
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fin
wait
you gd liar
IM SORRY
you're a liar who LIEs
only when i must
tsk
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i shouldve used this icon earlier
dishonor on your cow
your cow
she has a name...
what's in a name?
that which by any other shut up
please try to be more romantic in the future
this is how i romance i'm tsun
this is hard
that's what she said ;3
it is what i said
shh...
U
never!1
i was Simply Reiterating
fine... know your place pls
in the kitchen
where's my sandwich
i can get u some cheese and crackers
i suppose that will do... a light snack
i ate all of it
wth do i keep you around
i hunger again make me a casserole
don't noncon me into role-reversal??
but mom
go to your room
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