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You never mentioned that before.

[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.]

I was thinking about the Mothman for some reason.

[And then, an incredulous look.]

Who put him in stasis?

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??

[After he wraps that yawn up, Keith purses his lips against Lance's. It's...ill-timed in hindsight, but seemed like a good idea. The yawn served as another good reminder about getting in what's owed....somehow.]

He's only part man.

[2 late. Conspiracy talk timeo.]

Why would they put him in stasis? You're making it up.

[ he wrinkles his nose, shifting on the bed in a visible attempt to fight off this line of conversation. that kiss was weak... it doesn't count, hmph. ]

Why would I make it up? [ to mess with keith, obviously. if he were smarter, he'd just let it go. but it's fun to pull his leg sometimes. ]

The Orbiters tried to save everyone, right? Why wouldn't they save half-people, half-animals too?

[And all at once he's sitting up. Cryptids, in stasis? Why hadn't he noticed before-?]

Stasis is just for -- it's not like they were trying to save everyone. They...

[God, way to get his blood pumping.]

everyone in there's just leverage! I thought you knew that....why would they-?!

[Does that mean they've also captured a jackalope?]

Someone here asked The Orbiters to save them.

[ nooooo goddddd whyyyyyyyyyyy

this is not the kind of blood pumping lance would have preferred tonight. ]

Maybe someone knew how wild you were about them. Maybe they're your leverage.

[LANCE ARE U JEALOUS OF THE MOTHMAN.]

Show me.

[Whatever. Your sass is weak and awful.]

[ ??? who wouldn't be.

anyway, lance's eyes are snapping open, just so he can fully afix an incredulous glare on his boyfriend. ]

No?? It's time for bed!

[ you were so hyped for it two seconds ago... make up your mind. with a grhrrmph, lance turns over onto his other side, drawing the covers up to his chin. this is not the cuddling he signed up for... ]

[Is he mad because he doesn't have clean pants to adventure in?]

That just means no one else will be there.

[He could always try to pull him back over -- flip him unto his back and nettle him. Instead, beneath the sheets, he's gonna go ahead and poke at Lance's butt. It'a a split-second decision, something he learned from the paladin himself.]

I stayed up while you did your mask.

[Which means Lance now owes him a trip to stasis since he's lying about it all anyway. Don't make him give u a wedgie.]

[ he yelps and jumps when his butt is poked, hands immediately coming down to cross over his delicate rear. ]

First of all, that's not even remotely the same. [ he'll twist around enough to give keith a sullen stare. ]

Second of all, what good is it to even see? It's not like we can wake them up or anything.

[ think with your brain, keith, not your crypt-dick... ]

[Omg so dramatic...stop this Lance....and don't even look at him like that! He's the one who should be upset?! Lance is denying him the most fun thing he could ever imagine doing here.]

I don't want to wake them up.

[He's settling over him, partially -- just his upper-half, aligning their lips for another quick kiss. Look! He's making good on his promise! This one has more weight, a touch more passion. He's like Marilyn Monroe trying to seduce the president into showing him classified UFO documents.]

We don't have to stay for long.

[Just tell him you're a liar, you fucking coward.]

[ no... he can't admit that now, not when keith is so cutely invested. ]

You know the stasis unit's huge, right? You'll just get sad if we don't find them.

[ some uneasy fidgeting... he doesn't want to break your heart, boyo. ]