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[competing]

[ his arms are already opening, ready for keith to step into the circle of them. they envelope him readily, his hold both firm but tender. dimly, he is aware this is sort of a Big Deal, but he is also aware he doesn't quite understand just how big a deal it is... it's something he hopes to remedy, eventually. soon. there's so much more he wants to know, now that he's stopped standing in his own way. ]

Get a lot more training done, probably. [ now he's got jokes, because it's fine, keith is in his arms and they both know it's where he should be. ]

[emblazes]

[There's something extra comforting in having this conversation while being completely surrounded by Lance. Wearing his dumb jacket, hugging him and being hugged in turn...it's important.]

You can't train with a dummy.

[✓ Lesson of the day.]

...We can go inside now.

[He's done being weird, Personally.]

[competing]

[ thanks for the permission, keith... but rather than loosen his arms, lance simply squeezes a little tighter, letting his cheek rest against the side of keith's head. is he getting taller?? oh man, wouldn't that be something..! ]

You sure? I'm feeling pretty cozy right now...

[ he turns his head slightly, bumping his temple with a nose. ]

What if we stay here all night? Let everybody in the neighborhood see and get jealous.

1/2

[emblazes]

[No, It Wouldn't Be.

He doesn't exchange a similar hold until Lance expresses the level of cozy he feels. Which is 'pretty'. He'll give a squeeze with that, turn his head to try and face Lance more fully...

And then light up red from head to toe.]

N-no?! Nobody's watching us..

[Though he can't confirm this -- not really eager to turn out of their embrace.]

[emblazes]

I mean...I wouldn't mind it.

[Sigh.]

But it's just gonna get colder out here.

[competing]

[ oh... shy keith... how cute.

how



fun. ]

[competing]

That just means there's more opportunity to warm you up.

[ and he'll continue to smother keith in a great big bear hug, shifting them from side to side. after a moment, he perks up, glancing at something past keith's shoulder. ]

—oh! It's that old lady across the street! She's whispering something into her phone and watching us! [ he leans down, brushing his lips against the other's ear. ] You think she's telling all her friends about her cute canoodling neighbors?

[emblazes]

You're the one without a jacket!

[The swaying is pacifying in some weird way...his brain must be subconsciously remembering the one time he was rocked as a child. He'll go ahead and tuck his face into the crook of Lance's neck for the time being. Until he feels like he's not sweating anymore. A counterproductive move, but a safe one.

Which is foiled straightaway.]

What?! [He's not. Gonna look. That's too much to handle.] We're probably pissing her off!

[Two boys, two girls, a boy and a girl, don't most people think PDAs are tacky? Nevermind that they're Cute As Fuck.]

Let's just go inside.

[Without making a move one way or another. Maybe he's dead. Motorskills on autopilot for the last few minutes of his life.]

[competing]

[ he isn't laughing, but you can probably hear it in his voice. ]

Should we smooch first?

[ he starts to lean forward slightly, making as if to dip keith. his brows waggle. seductively. ]

Really give her something to talk about?

[emblazes]

Why would we do that?!

[He's so very scandalized. It's like Lance is proposing something totally sinister. Gay, sinister, perverted, OOT sexual.

And now he's being...dipped?! Doubly so, as he's pointedly avoiding Lance's mouth. He could just as easily escape the embrace, and karate chop him, but he's like a deer in headlights. The headlights are the old lady neighbor.]

That's private!

[He's gonna fall.]

[competing]

[ hasn't he fallen already? ;D ]

Hmm. You're right. I like keeping you all to myself.

[ but that doesn't necessarily mean keith is off the hook yet. get ready for a SUPER SCANDALOUS, overly sexual

peck on the nose.

and then he's pitching back again, helping keith straighten back up. he keeps an arm slung around his shoulders though, just in case the other boy has any grand designs to flee. ]

[emblazes]

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Then-?!

[Oh no; he's wincing, being Very Extra about not wanting to do anything risqué in front of old Edith; she's gonna have a heart attack, she's gonna--

whatever! Could have been worse, sure, but that was still, unmistakably, a nooge of affection.

Once they're both standing straight, he's glaring up at Lance, even if it was a cute thing to do.]

...Is she still watching?

[Quietly.]

[competing]

[ slowly, lance glances over his shoulder to peek. his cheek's pressed up against keith's ear, but it also brings his mouth pretty close, so when he responds he just has to whisper. ]

She's reading the paper... Hard to tell if there are eye holes in it, though.

1/2

[emblazes]

[GOOSE

BUMPS?]

[emblazes]

Lance...

[After another moment of recoup. He's whispering just the same, level with his ear.]

She was never looking, was she?

[competing]

[ slowly snaking his other arm around the other's middle... holding him close in anticipation of perhaps a volatile display of indignation... hm. ]

Hard to say...

[ read: no. ]

[emblazes]

[What is this? Light petting? It's like a scene from Pepe Le Pew.]

That means no!

[Got it. He's gonna go ahead and slap his hands onto either one of Lance's (FACE) cheeks, squashing his lips like a fish. Whatta jark.]

[competing]

We don't know that for sure.

[ though with his fish lips, it comes out more like: wew dunno thah fuh shore. his fingers curl against keith's side, digging in to tickle. don't slap him... this is abuse... ]

[emblazes]

[Oh no...

He's twitching away, trying to evade his hand because that's an AWFUL THING TO DO but it's hard since Lance has him in a full embrace.

Abort, abort, he's gonna try ducking out of this before he makes a shrill dinosaur sound.]

[competing]

[ HE WAS HOPING KEITH WAS TICKLISH omg what a great day. he's discovering so many wonderful things... ]

What's this...? A weak spot?

[emblazes]

No.

[He's sinking low, like he's got a leg cramp. Stop touching him.]

That's cheap.

[competing]

[ he lowers with keith, laughter ringing out. first they were dipping, now they're squatting... what weirdos. ]

I didn't think you'd be ticklish... [ mr. tough guy i sleep with knives. ]

Anyway, all's fair in—

[ wHOA calm down what are you saying ]

You know... ticklefights...

[emblazes]

[Oh no, the squatting didn't work, now he's just gonna lean back until they both fall over or his arm breaks.]

We're not having a ticklefight!

[He sleeps with his boots too :3]

[competing]

[ heathen. savage. barbarian. ]

Oh? [ when keith tips back, lance leans forward in turn. he still somehow manages to hold his balance... for now... ]

You want me on top of you now? Here?

[ a mock gasp. ]

Why Keith... how very forward of you!

[emblazes]

[He's about to freak out, 100% about to completely die on the spot or yell something OOT, but he does not. He swallows that breath, exhales slowly......trying desperately to combat that ceaseless blush of his.]

Remember that time you wore a fishnet shirt?!

[This is war.]