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[emblazes]

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... ]

[emblazes]

[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...!

[emblazes]

[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.

[emblazes]

[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.

[emblazes]

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?

[emblazes]

[Oh no, he was expecting Lance to be more upset about him being dishonest about the poop -- or lack thereof.]

Ashamed of what, you...?

[It's a fast conclusion while rising up to his full height of 4'11"; he'll offer a hand to pull Lance onto his feet too, if he'll take it.]

Don't be dumb.

[competing]

[ shawty...

but lance will take that hand, even though he's still looking like keith spit in his alien oats cereal that morning. ]

Me, us. [ he shrugs. it's not that much of a stretch, is it? ] What else are you so embarrassed for?

[emblazes]

[Hell be yankin him up and up then.]

I'm not embarrassed of you. [Which...isn't good enough. It ain't.] I just...

[Remember when the cute lil alien boogers wanted to hug him and he was awk about it? He's awk about it. Nevermind that he's an introvert loner and having extra attention on him from strangers is uncomfortable.]

It's not you, it's me.

[competing]

[ normally, when one side of the relationship says "it's not you, it's me," they almost always mean the opposite. except lance isn't entirely sure keith can lie, at least not in cases like these, and he figures maybe he's being a little unreasonable here... plenty of people have trouble with pda. he never expected keith to, seeing as how the general demeanor of the guy tends to come off as very "i don't care wha anyone thinks of me, ever" but lance is also aware of the fact that there's all sorts of things about the other boy he's still discovering...

so maybe he should cut him a break. ]

...fine. I'll try to calm it down I guess.

1/2

[emblazes]

[Now he's the one holding Lance's wrists; this is like, something you do automatically but once someone points it out, you realize how dumb it is.

Like loud chewing or adjusting your groin in public. He's held hands with him out in public, linked arms -- that kinda thing. This was just a new level.

Not to mention, Lance was picking on him on purpose-!]

No. [He's swinging their hands, just adding some buoyancy to the discussion.] It's fine. I...

[How to put it...]

[emblazes]

I like kissing you outside.

[N-nailed it?]

I HATE his goofy smile

[competing]

[ it's true... lance was being a meanie... but he also didn't genuinely believe keith was Uncomfortable with a capital u. as perceptive and empathetic as he can be at times, he also very easily forgets not everyone is as chill with things as he is. oops. ]

I know.

[ in the "don't worry, i get it" kind of way not in the "i'm han solo i'm so cool" kind of way...

he leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of keith's mouth. ]

You just like to keep me to yourself. That's okay, I get it. [ he may or may not be teasing again... ] I like keeping you to myself too.

*walks into ur house* *sees a framed picture of it* weird.........

[emblazes]

[There's a skeptical look provided at Lance's I know, even if it's totally assured. On the other hand, as proof of his achieved chillzone, he accepts, even chases him a bit to return a lil somethin' but he's got a bit more to say. Keith's happy to listen.


'Cept he's got that skeptical look again.]

Didn't you just say you wanted everyone to know about us and be jealous?

i thought i told you never to come back here...

[competing]

Well — yes. And that part hasn't changed.

[ look, lance is a complex creature okay... ]

But I also like these moments we share together — the quiet, private stuff. [ which he'll kind of negate by slipping his arms around keith's middle, drawing him close... still in the middle of the neighborhood street. smh. ] The stuff that's just for us, you know?

sorry i thought i heard a fire

[emblazes]

[Being in like-like with someone is incredibly complex, what the heck. Keith's mind immediately nosedives into the gutter, which isn't something he's prone to do?! There's another bout of deep blushing, another wayward stare off into space.]

I get it...

[From chasing him for a kiss to Scandalized Maiden in under four seconds.]

That goes without saying.

uh huh

[competing]

[ wow... this almost never happens.

(keith being the one to think dirty thoughts first, that is.)

as it is, lance was just referring to their cute canoodling... geez... the blush is a curious thing, but fortunately not something he's going to needle the other about right now. he'll just slowly (finally) start ushering them both back towards the house. ]

Speaking of... how about some of that alone time right now, hm?

remember when we matched icons

[emblazes]

[He's happy to lock arms with Lance and head for home, pretending none of those lewd thoughts actually happened to his brain.]

Y..eah.

[Stop. He's not even saying anything suggestive. Alone time just means time alone...with eachother. Enjoying eachother's company. A nightly ritual when they're both not preoccupied with work.]

Do you think I should cut my hair?

[It's a completely rando question, a product of trying to think of something innocent they could do together, and a throwback to how their time together began. Kinda.]

fondly

[competing]

[ had lance known about those dirty thoughts... he would've been ecstatic, tbh. always good to know he isn't the only horndog in this relationship, heh. but as it is, all he has to go on is that cute blush, which again he doesn't think much of past oh no, he's cute.

that question has him stopping mid-step, though. just as they reach the threshold. (will they ever make it inside? stay tuned...) ]

Huh? Why?

[ just gonna look at that hair now. in its cute lil ponytail... does he dislike the ponytail that much... ]

[emblazes]

[Soon. One day, perhaps.]

Because it....got longer.

[Wow, he was not prepared for that question. Rather, he wasn't prepared for Lance to be so taken by surprise in him asking. The length it's grown since arriving here? Not THAT noticeable, but a trim mite b nice.

He'll step ahead to grab the door and such. Progress.]

Have you cut hair before?

[competing]

For a summer, at my godmother's salon. [ he was hired mostly to sweep up the hair and do general housekeeping, but when days were slow, she let him get comfortable with the scissors.

he'll arch a brow at the back of keith's head, eyeing the long wisps of dark hair curling at the base of his neck. ]

You wanna chop it all off?

[ there is hesitation in his tone, possibly even a disagreement. he's made fun of that mullet so often... he's grown to love it. (or, rather, he probably always had, but now it's okay to admit it.) ]