[Gotta be a lie. He'd throw in a take your time, but greenlighting that would add another hour or two to Lance's nightly cleansing. He'll just set the broom aside, start rearranging the furniture properly...alalala...
Yeah. Not a lot left to do here. He'll be in their room getting ready for beddy -- swapping his clothes out and such. Again.]
[ it's just fortunate lance doesn't decide to shower... that would've been another two hours tbh.
anyway, he at least returns to the bedroom looking much more refreshed, face caked in a thick green paste that smells vaguely of avocado. he's humming lightly as he starts to disrobe, careful not to get any of the facemask onto his pajama shirt when he shrugs it on. he stares down at his drawer for a moment, just in a pajama top and his undies.
then, quietly, he starts to pull open keith's drawer... don't mind him.......... ]
[Keith's already lying in bed when Lance heads in. He's topless -- content in only undies and pants. He's comfy like so, Lance provides enough warmth. He's got his phone in his hand, perusing the network, but his bf earns a solid look.]
That was quick.
[Relatively speaking. But also: excuse the heck outta me. He'll sit up a bit, because, while he's not hiding anything in his clothing drawer, having it poked through at random is odd.]
[ he keeps his tone light and casual, because wearing the other person's clothes won't be a big deal if he doesn't make it a big deal, ok... he's still rifling through keith's clothes, trying to find something that will actually fit... since he smol.
[ lance turns his attention to the other end of the drawer, rifling through that pile as well. he finally finds a pair of drawstring pants, but upon trying it on he finds they end a little too high along his ankles. he makes a low, considering sound, tugging the waistband a little lower along his hips to try and make up for the length.
a moment later he just SIGHS, and steps back out of them. (at least he'll neatly fold it when he puts them back into the drawer... never mind that the other stuff's messy, shh. ]
Remind me to do laundry tomorrow.
[ grump grump grump... it's fine, it's whatever. if keith can go to bed topless, he can go to bed bottomless. he'll just snag an extra blanket from the top bunk before climbing into the bottom bunk with keith. not exactly graceful as he climbs right over the other boy. ]
[Lance takes an awful long time doing a whole lot of nothing, as per his entire existence. He was pretending not to watch, but kind of was?
He doesn't push his phone aside until Lance (nearly) stomps all over him in moving to occupy the empty space -- maybe. He's acting like a troll under the bridge at the moment. Billy goats gruff. Or like a bird trying to create a nest with no regard for the fact that the nest is already built and fine and he can stop fussing about weird stuff.]
What was wrong with them?
[While peeling the sheets back for him, lest Lance spend another 24 minutes stomping about the mattress.]
[ did you want him to just stand around uncomfortably for fifteen minutes?? with his legs unprotected??? cruel...
his pillow's already there, so he moves it to prop up against the wall so he can sit up in bed, moving the covers and extra blanket around so it tucks him in nicely. ]
[Who even wants to get all comfy just to get up and deal with green facial mold? He'll slowly sit up, all the way this time, just to match Lance.
Hehe.]
How were they too short? [It's like he's unaware of the height Lance has on him; it's not DRAMATIC, but it's noticeable. He knows. Don't make it worse in answering him...] You could just put socks on...
[To make up for it. Keith's slept in his boots before. Not because his pants were too short, but because it seemed practical.
[The outburst is specifically due to his facemask potentially getting smeared on something; more concerned about him getting it in his mullet than ruining his exfoliation process.]
You're gonna get that all over the bed..!
[Not the worst that's been smeared on his sheets tho.]
[ it's FINE, lance catches himself on his elbows before he falls facefirst onto anything or anyone. you'd think this isn't his first rodeo with those moves... ]
So we just move up to mine. That's the beauty of having two. C'mon — give your boyfriend a kiss.
[ knowing full well keith lowkey highkey thinks his face stuff could transfer measles or something, he leans in slowly, obnoxiously making kissy faces at him. ]
[If Keith could sink himself any further into the mattress and descend through the floor, he would. He's looking up at Lance like he's got Swine Flu 2k9, there's a quick shake of the head.]
N, no, Lance..!
[He's gonna just. Go ahead and catch him by the ears. Stahp...]
[ omg don't yank his ears?? first allura, now you... you aliens are so mean. this is ear discrimination...
truthfully, that should be enough to get him to back off. knowing keith, he's .02 seconds away from turning violent, considering that's like his default mode, but lance just takes this as more incentive to make louder kissy noises, pursing his lips at keith like a dying fish. ]
[Nothing can be so simple ok. If he kisses Lance he's gonna get nose smears. Obviously the logical Next Step is to let go of an ear and...
Poke the very tip of his nose with a forefinger. And just. Push him a bit. In reverse. Smudge a bit of that avocado coconut oil offa him in the process...]
[Just get the heck outta here with that weird stuff. He's now got some stuck to his fingertip...and he's gonna check it's stickyfactor, testing that finger to his thumb.]
Don't let Allura see your -- see you like that again.
[In a tone that suggests he's more concerned for her sanity and not at all jealous, hmph. He'll be in bed all the while, tapping his gross fingers together.]
[ wow... you can be a little jealous okay, gosh. ]
I'm covered!
[ true, his pajama shirt is kind of longish, making it seem like he might not be wearing anything else underneath but... HMPH. now he's stomping into the bathroom... jerk... the running water should alert keith to the fact that lance has, in fact, begun his Cleanse.
fast forward a handful of minutes later, and he is walking back with a handtowel slung over one shoulder, the other end of it still being used to dab gently at his babysoft skin. be jealous... ]
[He wouldn't be covered if there was a breeze. Or if he bent over?! Bigtime eyeroll city over here.
When Lance finally returns, Keith's rubbed the mushy maskstuff off somewhere random (on his pants bc raised by wolves) and had already had his eyes fixed on the doorway. Half-lidded, though ready to doze off.]
Do you have to do that every night?
[If it's not a nightly-nightly thing, it sure seems like it is. He'll be jealous when they're kissing.]
[ lance lingers by the desk where the chair is, giving his face a few more pats to get it nice and dry before hanging the towel off the back of it. he's frowning, but mostly because he's annoyed that keith looks so cute waiting for him like that, when here he'd wanted to be annoyed about the kissing thing. hmph. ]
How else do you think I'm supposed to look this good?
[ basically: yes. or at least some form of this. be grateful he isn't doing a 12-step korean routine....
anyway, he's walking back towards the bed, climbing over keith again. since he doesn't have to be quite as careful with his mask off now, he is even less graceful about it. (though, given how agile he was in getting off, one could think he's doing it like this on purpose.... hMmMm.) ]
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I won't be long.
[ aka, he'll take 20 mins instead of his usual 30... ]
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Sure.
[Gotta be a lie. He'd throw in a take your time, but greenlighting that would add another hour or two to Lance's nightly cleansing. He'll just set the broom aside, start rearranging the furniture properly...alalala...
Yeah. Not a lot left to do here. He'll be in their room getting ready for beddy -- swapping his clothes out and such. Again.]
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anyway, he at least returns to the bedroom looking much more refreshed, face caked in a thick green paste that smells vaguely of avocado. he's humming lightly as he starts to disrobe, careful not to get any of the facemask onto his pajama shirt when he shrugs it on. he stares down at his drawer for a moment, just in a pajama top and his undies.
then, quietly, he starts to pull open keith's drawer... don't mind him.......... ]
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That was quick.
[Relatively speaking. But also: excuse the heck outta me. He'll sit up a bit, because, while he's not hiding anything in his clothing drawer, having it poked through at random is odd.]
Did you lose something?
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[ he keeps his tone light and casual, because wearing the other person's clothes won't be a big deal if he doesn't make it a big deal, ok... he's still rifling through keith's clothes, trying to find something that will actually fit... since he smol.
... ]
Don't you own anything loose?
[ you're so emo... ]
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Ok.
Makes sense.
He'll settle back onto the bed....]
There should be some buried on the other side...
[Flannel drawstring variety. Dark colors. What kinda question is that...stop looking through his stuff.]
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a moment later he just SIGHS, and steps back out of them. (at least he'll neatly fold it when he puts them back into the drawer... never mind that the other stuff's messy, shh. ]
Remind me to do laundry tomorrow.
[ grump grump grump... it's fine, it's whatever. if keith can go to bed topless, he can go to bed bottomless. he'll just snag an extra blanket from the top bunk before climbing into the bottom bunk with keith. not exactly graceful as he climbs right over the other boy. ]
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He doesn't push his phone aside until Lance (nearly) stomps all over him in moving to occupy the empty space -- maybe. He's acting like a troll under the bridge at the moment. Billy goats gruff. Or like a bird trying to create a nest with no regard for the fact that the nest is already built and fine and he can stop fussing about weird stuff.]
What was wrong with them?
[While peeling the sheets back for him, lest Lance spend another 24 minutes stomping about the mattress.]
And don't you have to wash that stuff off?
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[ did you want him to just stand around uncomfortably for fifteen minutes?? with his legs unprotected??? cruel...
his pillow's already there, so he moves it to prop up against the wall so he can sit up in bed, moving the covers and extra blanket around so it tucks him in nicely. ]
Anyway, they were too short. This is fine.
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Hehe.]
How were they too short? [It's like he's unaware of the height Lance has on him; it's not DRAMATIC, but it's noticeable. He knows. Don't make it worse in answering him...] You could just put socks on...
[To make up for it. Keith's slept in his boots before. Not because his pants were too short, but because it seemed practical.
His sock idea is even more practical.]
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Do you have a problem with my bare legs or something?
[ it sounds like you do... don't be mean... his legs are amazing. ]
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I have a problem with you being cold.
[While pressing a finger to his toes. Are his toes ticklish? Stop trying to start bare leg discourse.]
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That's what the extra blanket's for. [ his toe wiggles at the poke. ] And you.
[ LOOK OUT he's gonna roll over and trap you in his arms!
...delicately though. because his face mask. ]
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Lance!
[The outburst is specifically due to his facemask potentially getting smeared on something; more concerned about him getting it in his mullet than ruining his exfoliation process.]
You're gonna get that all over the bed..!
[Not the worst that's been smeared on his sheets tho.]
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So we just move up to mine. That's the beauty of having two. C'mon — give your boyfriend a kiss.
[ knowing full well keith lowkey highkey thinks his face stuff could transfer measles or something, he leans in slowly, obnoxiously making kissy faces at him. ]
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N, no, Lance..!
[He's gonna just. Go ahead and catch him by the ears. Stahp...]
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truthfully, that should be enough to get him to back off. knowing keith, he's .02 seconds away from turning violent, considering that's like his default mode, but lance just takes this as more incentive to make louder kissy noises, pursing his lips at keith like a dying fish. ]
C'mon! Just one big wet one!
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[Why isn't that stopping him!?! Get outta heah. He turns his head toward the wall properly rejecting him. 110% rejection.]
What even is that?! I don't want it on me!
[It looks like stale food goo honestly.]
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[ don't bring up the half-galra thing ok... that's racist. ]
It's just a little avocado and coconut oil, you big baby! Just give me a kiss!
[ this could all be over in a second keith... ]
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[Nothing can be so simple ok. If he kisses Lance he's gonna get nose smears. Obviously the logical Next Step is to let go of an ear and...
Poke the very tip of his nose with a forefinger. And just. Push him a bit. In reverse. Smudge a bit of that avocado coconut oil offa him in the process...]
I'll kiss you later..!
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he makes a sharp sound when he's suddenly booped, entirely out of surprise and not any actual like.. pain... he pulls back, frowning deeply. ]
Fine.
[ it's getting to be around time to wash it off anyway. he swings his leg over keith and does some weird like.. spinny move off of him and the bed. ]
But you owe me two kisses for making me wait. [ so there...
brb gotta go wash gunk off his face and re-emerge a beautiful butterfly. ]
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Fine-!
[Just get the heck outta here with that weird stuff. He's now got some stuck to his fingertip...and he's gonna check it's stickyfactor, testing that finger to his thumb.]
Don't let Allura see your -- see you like that again.
[In a tone that suggests he's more concerned for her sanity and not at all jealous, hmph. He'll be in bed all the while, tapping his gross fingers together.]
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I'm covered!
[ true, his pajama shirt is kind of longish, making it seem like he might not be wearing anything else underneath but... HMPH. now he's stomping into the bathroom... jerk... the running water should alert keith to the fact that lance has, in fact, begun his Cleanse.
fast forward a handful of minutes later, and he is walking back with a handtowel slung over one shoulder, the other end of it still being used to dab gently at his babysoft skin. be jealous... ]
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When Lance finally returns, Keith's rubbed the mushy maskstuff off somewhere random (on his pants bc raised by wolves) and had already had his eyes fixed on the doorway. Half-lidded, though ready to doze off.]
Do you have to do that every night?
[If it's not a nightly-nightly thing, it sure seems like it is. He'll be jealous when they're kissing.]
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How else do you think I'm supposed to look this good?
[ basically: yes. or at least some form of this. be grateful he isn't doing a 12-step korean routine....
anyway, he's walking back towards the bed, climbing over keith again. since he doesn't have to be quite as careful with his mask off now, he is even less graceful about it. (though, given how agile he was in getting off, one could think he's doing it like this on purpose.... hMmMm.) ]
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