[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.) ]
[Lance is taking so long? Good lort. He shifts onto his side, knuckles propping his head up.]
You look the same as before.
[Which does not mean he looked bad before. He looked good, just as good now. He is, however, promptly shoved over as Lance climbs back into bed with all the grace of a ballerina with broken legs. Like Simba trying to get his dad to show him the elephant graveyard.]
Of course I'm sure. [ he triple-checked to make sure the stuff was as close to the earth ingredients as they could be. still sitting up, legs tucked under him, he grabs one of keith's hands, pressing his palm to his cheek. ]
[His hand's filled with Lance's cheek, his thumb flexes over the skin there. It's warm, definitely soft. Kind of wet, but not really? It's that just-dried sensation of wet.]
Your face is always soft...now lie down with me.
[It's not that he's unimpressed. He's just, been waiting to cuddle, for 45min.]
[ it's always soft because of his face ma— you know what, nevermind. keith finally brings up something they both agree on. lance definitely isn't in any mood to deny himself some quality cuddles... esp bc he was promised them! indirectly.
also they totally leveled up in relationship s-links like... three times in the span of this thread. what the hey. ]
Don't hog the covers again tonight. [ hmph... he'll lie back down, quickly scooting close to keith's side so he can basically koala around him. ]
[He'll flop onto his side, facing Lance of course, slide his hand back some and plant a short kiss to his cheek. It's soft and smells like something he can't...quite place; sure, he heard what the mask was made of, but it smells pleasant and not like green oily stuff.
Smells and textures being completely different, sure, but it's all the same jumbled thing to him. Skincare.]
Don't let me.
[Most of that happens unconsciously...let him adjust to sharing his space. B'nice.]
[ he scoots a little closer till their knees bump, noses just a few inches away from doing so too. he's got one arm clung over keith's middle, wrist resting on the faint curve of his torso. ]
Every time I try to fight you for it, you get growly and try to reach for your knife.
[ he's mostly joking... mostly. ]
One of these days I'm gonna wake up to you holding that thing against my throat and then I'm gonna be real upset. I'll kick you back out to the couch.
[Keith's busy holding Lance's face close. Their legs can tangle a bit...he'll freak out about having sleepy limbs as usual sometime in the middle of the night. Keith's the reason they always wake up in drastically different positions from where they left off.]
Don't let me do that. [Mild concern. He'd...never hurt Lance.] I can't go back there.
[He's tilting his head forward, partially tucking it under Lance's chin but giving up halfway.]
I can't protect you from the couch.
[Muffled.]
From the Mothman....
[Muffled still. Should he ask. It sounds like jibberish, however.]
[ he hadn't been too serious about the knife thing; if anything, it's just some mild bellyaching. he doesn't actually believe keith will hurt him, and in truth the idea of it really does seem more like an annoyance than anything to actually worry about.
but he squints at the spot on the wall above keith's head. ]
Who? Mothra?? [ wrong cryptid... ] Pretty sure that guy's still in the stasis unit. [ if at all. ]
Are you falling asleep? [ some light poking from his fingers along keith's naked side. ] You still owe me two kisses...
[He starts at the poking rather than the mention of Mothra, though both are alarming.]
No--
[A quick rebuttal to both; one lie, one truth. He readjusts himself as quickly as he'd begun tucking himself away, leveling his sleepy gaze with Lance's. This is what happens when you wait for your bf to join you in bed for forty-five minutes and when he finally does...it's nice and pleasant and you just wanna sleep.]
Please don't think about other men when you're in bed with me. [ this spoken around a yawn, so it's not nearly as serious as it could be.
if it could be at all.
he drops his head a little more purposefully against his pillow, shutting his eyes. he thought he was going to get some kisses... he's not staying up for conspiracy talks... ]
Anyway, obviously it's the same people who put us in stasis. Who do you think??
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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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You look the same as before.
[Which does not mean he looked bad before. He looked good, just as good now. He is, however, promptly shoved over as Lance climbs back into bed with all the grace of a ballerina with broken legs. Like Simba trying to get his dad to show him the elephant graveyard.]
Are you sure that stuff's really good for you?
[Still griping, even with him here in the flesh.]
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Of course I'm sure. [ he triple-checked to make sure the stuff was as close to the earth ingredients as they could be. still sitting up, legs tucked under him, he grabs one of keith's hands, pressing his palm to his cheek. ]
See — feel how soft that is.
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Your face is always soft...now lie down with me.
[It's not that he's unimpressed. He's just, been waiting to cuddle, for 45min.]
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also they totally leveled up in relationship s-links like... three times in the span of this thread. what the hey. ]
Don't hog the covers again tonight. [ hmph... he'll lie back down, quickly scooting close to keith's side so he can basically koala around him. ]
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Smells and textures being completely different, sure, but it's all the same jumbled thing to him. Skincare.]
Don't let me.
[Most of that happens unconsciously...let him adjust to sharing his space. B'nice.]
We have an extra blanket this time anyway.
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Every time I try to fight you for it, you get growly and try to reach for your knife.
[ he's mostly joking... mostly. ]
One of these days I'm gonna wake up to you holding that thing against my throat and then I'm gonna be real upset. I'll kick you back out to the couch.
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[Keith's busy holding Lance's face close. Their legs can tangle a bit...he'll freak out about having sleepy limbs as usual sometime in the middle of the night. Keith's the reason they always wake up in drastically different positions from where they left off.]
Don't let me do that. [Mild concern. He'd...never hurt Lance.] I can't go back there.
[He's tilting his head forward, partially tucking it under Lance's chin but giving up halfway.]
I can't protect you from the couch.
[Muffled.]
From the Mothman....
[Muffled still. Should he ask. It sounds like jibberish, however.]
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but he squints at the spot on the wall above keith's head. ]
Who? Mothra?? [ wrong cryptid... ] Pretty sure that guy's still in the stasis unit. [ if at all. ]
Are you falling asleep? [ some light poking from his fingers along keith's naked side. ] You still owe me two kisses...
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No--
[A quick rebuttal to both; one lie, one truth. He readjusts himself as quickly as he'd begun tucking himself away, leveling his sleepy gaze with Lance's. This is what happens when you wait for your bf to join you in bed for forty-five minutes and when he finally does...it's nice and pleasant and you just wanna sleep.]
I was thinking about the Mothman for some reason.
[And then, an incredulous look.]
Who put him in stasis?
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if it could be at all.
he drops his head a little more purposefully against his pillow, shutting his eyes. he thought he was going to get some kisses... he's not staying up for conspiracy talks... ]
Anyway, obviously it's the same people who put us in stasis. Who do you think??
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