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[competing]

[ meanwhile, lance will get set up in the kitchen. pushing the little table aside, setting up on wooden chair square in the middle. he grabs a spare towel from the linen closet and fhe sharpest pair of scissors he can find, as well as a few bobby pins he normally uses to pin his bangs back when he washes his face. by the time keith comes to meet him, he'll be all set up, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his phone drawn out to capture the posterity. ]

[emblazes]

[When Keith reappears, he's in a more typical getup; black v-neck, black pants, those stupid boots (why?), but the gloves are omitted. His Marmora suit's folded up in his bed, Lance's jacket should be sitting over the railing of his bed.

Just for future reference, y'know.]

Am I supposed to sit there?

[While already moving closer to the wooden chair...to have a seat. Only then does it occur to him that this...could be a bad idea? What if this is a bad idea?

He pauses, jogging his brain for anything Lance may want to get him back for in recent history.

...





But nothing comes to mind. Weird.]

[competing]

Yep! For the next couple of minutes, this chair's your throne.

[ most of his experience cutting hair may or may not have been on toddlers...

but anyway, before they actually get started, lance steps up behind keith and leans down till he's got an arm slung across the boy's shoulders from the front, their faces cheek-to-cheek. his other arm comes up to hover in the air in front of them, phone in hand, angled high. cuz he ain't not chump.

he's taking a selfie. ]

But first — a "before" photo.

[ which is rendered kind of useless with lance in the frame but shhh this is actually a thinly-veiled attempt at snapping some photos together, because guess who only just realized now that they don't have any? this guy right here. ]

Smile!

[emblazes]

Alright...

[He'll be tugging his hair loose, though he's still a bit uncertain of all this. Like that about-to-board-a-rollercoaster analogy.

But then his cheek's mushed against Lance's, shoulder mushing into his armpit.]

Why do you need a before picture?!

[HE'S GOING TO BE MAIMED.]

[competing]

So people can properly appreciate my skills.

[ also so he can print them out and string them along the wall next to his bed or something. idk. he snaps a photo, and it's probably as bad as that expression on his icon right now. good thing when lance said "photo" he meant "photos." ]

Okay, now make a funny face!

[ he will proceed with a classic. ]

[emblazes]

[Keith looks troubled all the while, like a child that's just learned what taxidermy is.]

You're only cutting off a little!

[See icon for details.]

[competing]

[ lance stops twisting his mouth to look like a ****** so he can patiently explain: ]

Right. It's easy to cut off a lot. It takes finesse to only cut off a little and make it look good. [ he says it with such confidence that it's difficult to even argue, right? right.

he'll turn his attention back to the waiting camera. ]

Okay — now look like you're head-over-heels for me. [ meanwhile, lance is gonna lean in for a big smooch on his cheek while his phone camera snaps away. ]

[emblazes]

[Any amount of bravado Lance is putting into his hair cutting skills is being overwritten by how focused he is on taking myspace pictures of them hanging out in the kitchen.]

Lance?!

[So he's always this inattentive, it isn't just during crucial moments...]

[competing]

[ if he had a silver for every time keith shouted his name in annoyance... hmph. ]

Alright alright... sheesh. You're acting like you never took a selfie before. [ he'll snap a good one with you one day, keith... just u wait.

straightening up, he sets his phone aside to finally claim those scissors. ]

Okay, so... just a trim? Inch? Inch and a half?

[ he combs his fingers through keith's hair a couple of times, trying to get an idea of what he's going for here. ]

[emblazes]

[That reeks of ulterior motives. This whole selfie business reeks. They'll readdress it when he isn't preemptively nervous of this entire haircut business.]

Less than an inch?

[He's settled more, setting his sights on the wall ahead of him...deep breath in and out...ok...


This is way more stressful than donating blood for alien consumption. Filed under: Didn't Think This One Through.]

[competing]

[ there's no turning back now, keith. this is the bed you've made.

lance screws up his face in consideration, experimentally holding his forefinger up to his face, eyeing the short distance between one knuckle to the next. ]

Okay... that sounds doable.

[ he'll take up a towel and wrap it around keith's shoulders. they don't have any big enough to cover the whole of him, so the majority of the cloth is just sort of resting over his back like a cape. he crouches down then, leaning with his head close to keith's once more. don't worry, though, his phone's nowhere to be found. his free hand passes over the back of keith's neck, fingers lingering. ]

I'm gonna start now. Try not to move.

[ also another thing he would tell he kids whose hair he cut before... it seems kind of obvious but. it is keith. ]

[emblazes]

...Okay.

[Do you think Keith's ever had a proper haircut before? He needs to be told instructions. He's staring straight ahead of himself, lightly tapping a finger to his thigh..just keeping busy.

This is hard.]




Are you done? You're only supposed to take off a little.

[He lasted about twenty seconds.]

[competing]

[ lance answers this, initially, by a loud and decisive snip! of the scissors. aka the first snip taken since they began. ]

Don't tell me you're having second thoughts, [ he says around a sigh, combing his fingers through keith's hair to shake off the half-inch he'd just cut away. ] It's too late now.

[ he takes another cut to emphasize that. ]

[emblazes]

I'm not having second thoughts-!

[Like someone who's super afraid of snakes trying to pretend they're not afraid of the rubber snakes that've been set up throughout the house. Shut up about the snakes. Why are those snips so loud?!]

Just -- you're taking too long. You're almost done, right?

[He's certain it's been way longer than it actually has been...hmph.]

[competing]

[ stop rushing his creative genius... ]

Your hair's in more danger every time you swing your big sword around. Relax.

[ his snips come a little slower now, which could be due to his refocused concentration on making sure it's all even... or spite. ]

If you want this done right, then don't rush me.

[emblazes]

[See, the thing about that is, he's in control when he's swinging his sword around.]

Fine, but you're not supposed to be cutting that much off.

[Griping at the wall. He looks like someone's just told him about the existence of fur affinity dot net.]

[competing]

[ how do you know what that expression looks like........



anyway, lance is very often on the other side of griping, so it's a refreshing experience.

but also annoying. so he pauses in his work to tug briefly on keith's hair. ]

I know what I'm doing, okay? I thought you didn't even care how you looked...

[emblazes]

[I've made it before.

He'd punch Lance for that, were it easy to do so. For now, he just gives a shitty look -- though he can't even direct it properly because he has to stare forward?!]

Then prove it some other way besides talking about it.

[But wrap it up in under ten seconds.]

I don't care, but I don't want you to make me look stupid either.

[??]

[competing]

That's what caring is, doofus.

[ anyway, just a few more snips... he doesn't rush himself, mostly out of spite now, but also because of artistic integrity!!1 when he finished with the back, he comes on over to the front, leaning down to get a good look at keith's fringe. he rubs a lock of it between his thumb and forefinger, considering. ]

What about your bangs?

[emblazes]

[Big deal...hmph.

He's quiet, supposing his complaints are only serving to distract him. He only shifts once Lance moves out from behind him -- just adjusting his posture, not really moving out of place.]

...They got longer too.

[But before that--]

Did you mess up the back?

[competing]

[ lance snips the scissors in front of his face a couple of times, his expression flattening. ]

We gotta work on this trust thing if we're gonna make it as a couple.

[ loser...

he straightens up, gesturing to the bathroom. ]

Go check yourself in the mirror if you're so worried.

no idk why i did that

[emblazes]

[Look...s2 Klance is feisty.

He closes his eyes as the snipping begins; feels right to do so -- his eye's nearly being poked with a sharp thingy, after all.]

I trust y--

[Mrelm mrelm hair in his mouth mrelm...]

I'm not [mrelm] -- nevermind.

[Stop making him contradict himself so badly over everything about this dumb haircut ok.]

loser...

[competing]

[ it doesn't take much longer for him to finish, fortunately. ]

Well, you're gonna have to wash off the hair on your face anyway. [ basically, he won't be able to avoid looking at his reflection afterwards, so might as well look now. ]

I'm all done.

stfU

[emblazes]

[He'll blink his eyes open slowly...then shake his head like a dog. Both to reset his bangs and clear his face of stray hair. It probably doesn't work, but he feels better in doing so.]

Does it...look right?

[Not alright, just Right. Put it to him straight, doc.]

:*

[competing]

Huh?

[ what a strange question... ]

Yeah, you look great.