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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

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[GOOSE

BUMPS?]

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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. ]

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[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... ]

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[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?

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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...

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[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!

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[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.]

[competing]

[ omg ]

Th-That was for a mission! It was official business!

[ you're terrible. HE'S BACK TO TICKLING NOW! ]

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You never s-AGH-!?

[And he's trashing like a bull at a rodeo?! Having a seizure, more like.]

[competing]

[ brb gonna mount and mercilessly tickle that memory right out of you >:(((

you asked for this... your brought this war upon yourself... ]

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[Ah yes...just like Lance ordered this accidental punch to his ribs...]

[competing]

[ "accidental"?!

lance lets out a sharp oof!, arms coming up to wrap around himself before slowly teetering over to the side. ]

What the heck...!

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[It could have been more forceful, ok.]

I didn't mean to -- I was defending myself.

[Look what u made me do. He shifts onto his knees, sitting at Lance's side like Nala at the watering hole after she shoved Simba in.]

You were making a scene.

[competing]

[ lance will stay curled up on his side, fetal-style. glare-pouting up at his boyfriend. not because he's still hurt, but because he's Dramatique. ]

So tickle back! Or say uncle... Don't punch your boyfriend...

[ sniff sniff ]

Now that lady's gonna think we have problems.

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[Well, now that he says it, he could have probably tickled him back? When being violently tickled, his first impulse is: ATTACK. It's not his fault. Like people who have fight of flight responses to being scared; no one means to punch the haunted house actors.

He will, now, belatedly, align a row of fingers with his side and wiggle them a bit. He does have to convince Lance to unfurl....]

It doesn't even matter what she thinks.

[NOW he says it. It's easier to be confident like that when he's not being woo'd. Talk about panic modo.]

[competing]

[ he twitches, and wiggles away. ]

You can't tickle me now... [ it's too late... stop changing the rules... ]

And you were the one being all shy and embarrassed earlier.

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Yeah, earlier.

[Keith looks something like a child that's been told they can't have dessert before dinner for the first time ever. He'll scoot himself back up to Lance's side, grab his forearm.]

I didn't want her to see. [No offense.] And you're about to roll in some [Cool] dog poop.

[He's not, but he thinks that'll make him stop sulking...or he'll redirect his moping onto the nonexistent poop.]

[competing]

[ potential poop is definitely one way to spring him into action. lance practically jolts upright, nearly into keith's arms, just to avoid it. of course once he sees nothing there, he's just going back to being petulant and glowering all over again.. but at least he's upright this time. ]

Why didn't you want her to see?

[ he squints. yes, let's shift gears here... ]

Are you ashamed or something?