[For the first time since the day he was born, Keith's parting with his knife to hurry over to Lance because he's definitely acting like something's wrong, possibly even him? It's dark so he can't fully see what Lance is up to (a moment of silence for how creepy keith is, sharpening knives in moonlight)]
What's wrong?
[Asking again in a different way. He'll go ahead and set his hands on that bag, trying to alleviate some of the weight???]
[What is even going on??? Should he be lying down? It seems like he should be lying down? Fortunately he's distracted by Lance's charlie horse enough to forget about him being weird about the bag .4 seconds ago.]
Maybe you should sit down?
[They do have a couch over yonder. It's a bit smaller than their previous one, but it works and is comfy.
[ sitting yes, sitting sounds fantastic, and also probably better for what he plans on doing. not that he hasn't already hecked up his plans just by virtue of this disastrous meeting. ]
Good idea, yeah, let's do that—
[ he'll grab keith's hand with his free one, shuffling over to that sorry excuse for a couch. ain't nobody sleeping on this comfortably...
he plops down with a sigh, leaning his head back to snag a few more breaths of air.
after a moment, he rolls his head over to look at keith. musters up a crooked smile. ]
[He still has no idea what's wrong with Lance, if he's hurt or what? But he's sitting and they're holding hands -- Keith remains standing in nervous anticipation.]
...Hey?!
[That's the most anticlimactic thing ever, and Lance still hasn't answered a single status question he's posed?! Which...which must mean he's fine? Lance would never overlook an opportunity for dramatics.]
[ alright, to be fair, that whole thing was pretty concerning, but c'mon keith like you'd never seen a guy give himself a running cramp before. he keeps a hand around keith's, using that as leverage to weakly tug him onto the couch. ]
C'mon, have a seat—
[ he shifts a little, moving the bag around his shoulders so it sits on his lap. ]
[He's. Being. So. Weird. He's talking like a robot that's triggered to answer certain things at certain times. He's so upset. You're upsetting Keith on his birthday.]
I'm fine.
[A standard response for both things. To accentuate this, he remains standing for an extra moment -- it's an awkwardly long extra moment, before slowly sinking into the available spot.]
[ he takes in a deep breath, shifting so that he's facing keith a bit more. their knees bump. ]
I messed up.
[ WAIT DON'T GO AWAY THIS ISN'T THAT KIND OF STORY— ]
I started working on it since August, you know? Ever since you told me when it was. I bought the yarn for it the next day, I had this whole idea worked out in my head...
[ he unzips the bag (the very same duffel that they'd used to bring all their possessions in). his smile is sheepish as he draws out a folded up hat. ]
It made sense back in Olympia, when the weather was starting to get cool...
[ but now they're in wyver, where the weather is just hot and humid all day err'day.
...also when keith was still the pilot of the red lion. heh. ]
But, [ and here he perks up a bit. ] I did some digging. I found a leathersmith here once we got settled [ which was literally just a couple of days ago? lance??? ] and I used my charms [ aka lance owes him a lot of free work for the next couple of weeks ] and he agreed to make you something special—
[ he pulls out another item. jfc he realizes he didn't even have time to wrap it. HE LITERALLY JUST PICKED IT UP. ]
It's... you know. For your knife.
[ your first boyfriend. hah. ]
Oh! And I got you a cupcake!
[ he digs in the bag and pulls out a box, its clear plastic window showing something... half-smushed and purple. ]
Or... I think it's a cupcake. The baker said it's a Wyvern delicacy. It's probably only a little made of meat. Oh — I forgot to get a candle, oh shoot...
[ he starts to rummage around in the bag, as if one might suddenly just appear... ]
[UH. Way to destroy his whole heart in under ten seconds for less than that, even, but still.]
Since I told you when what was?
[Confused, he's handed a knit item to make matters worse and very slowly...the gears shift into place and Keith's...taken aback. This is about his birthday, isn't it? He's barely over the horror that is a very cute knit red lion hat when Lance produces another gift. There's a distinct heat emanating from his hairline to his collarbones. This is....
Embarrassing. He's barely worthy of the hat, which clearly took a short eternity to knit. August.]
Lance, [He's wide-eyed, studying the leather sheath with the same expression one would regard an unsolicited dick pic. He's shaking his head thereafter. Barely hearing anything about Wyvern meatcakes.] those things are expensive...
[It being leather alone, nevermind how seriously embellished it is.]
You have to bring it back.
[Present opening 101 with Keith: Nnn.,,,.nooo.ooono no. Please no. He can't even properly fuss over the hat. Or cupcake.]
[ mid-futile candle search and all lance hears is you have to bring it back. he freezes a little, feeling something cold and heavy drop into the pit of his stomach. when he lifts his head again, he can't even do anything to mask the look of devestation on his face. ]
You don't like it...?
[ he looks down at the sheath, trying to go over in his mind all the ways it had gone wrong. was it the color? the pattern? he's doing the math again and it ain't looking good. ]
I could ask him to change it up — or, or make another one— [ he winces. that'll definitely be another couple if weeks of work, but then again, what does that matter, if he can somehow manage to salvage this dumpster fire disaster of a birthday surprise. ]
--What? No! [Internal music rip, car crash, explosion.] I mean, that's not it.
[It's his turn to turn more toward him, scooting closer too. A leg crosses his lap for good measure, careful about placement so he's not knocking that gift around. Maybe he could have started with something a little nicer, it was another kneejerk response verbalized too quickly.]
No, no. Lance, I like it.
[He reaches over, not to grab the sheath, but cup at the furthest side of Lance's face.]
It's perfect, [his thumb flexes.] I don't think I've ever seen such a nice one in person. I'm just...not really used to getting stuff.
[That hippopotamus is the only gift he can recall in any stretch of personal history, minus his...knife...if that even counts. A 'happy birthday' + Wyvern cupcake is pushing it, the knit hat? Over the top. Adding an extravagant scabbard to the mix is unacceptable.]
I don't deserve it.
[He doesn't realize how pathetic he sounds in just...being..honest. He'd fumbling with the hat with his other hand, keeping busy. He's smiling appreciatively, it's pathetic all the same.]
[ both touches are comforting, almost necessary. lance leans into the hand at his cheek, his own falling quickly to curl lightly around the curve of keith's thigh as if to keep him there. he lets out a breath at the verbal validation, too, his relief clear in every syllable of it, but it is sadly short-lived, circumvented by the strangest thing he's ever heard. ]
You.
What?
[ suddenly the thanks is no longer important. he's leaning forward, trying to meet keith's eyes. ]
What are you talking about, you don't deser— Keith, I'd get you seven different ones if I could! One for every day of the week. Heck, I'd make them all if I knew a single thing about leathermaking! [ sadly, he's just a silly knitter... ]
[Please stop embarrassing him; he's looking away just as soon as Lance tries to force eye contact. He's a small sonion.]
You already made me something.
[Which is apart from the point he's trying to make, sure, but it's also a fact. His fingers twitch against the knit hat sitting in his lap. It's a definitive statement, like it should shut down any further arguments against him.]
I only -- [Need one, but he doesn't, because that would mean he's accepting the gift which, he cannot do.] I didn't think you'd even remember.
[No offense. He's just. Overwhelmed. His eyes are flicking from here to there. Never actually finding a place on Lance.]
It's nice to just...have some company.
[Which sounds more pathetic than he meant for it to sound, except it's totally pathetic and this whole thing is pitiful. Here. On his 19th birthday. Your rival's super lame, sorry.. . .]
[ lance is having a harder time understanding than one would think. it isn't as if the concept of wanting a simple birthday, of desiring simpler pleasures is something completely uncommon to him. true, he tends to prefer to be the center of attention, but he'd feel just as good knowing someone's even thinking of him, let alone making a big deal of it.
it's just that he'd worked it up so much in his head. built it up to be this giant thing for over a month now, wanting so desperately to make it perfect that he... completely forgets all the things that would make it perfect for keith. quiet. lowkey. simple.
and here he'd gone, wasting the entire day away scrambling for something that keith maybe appreciates, but definitely didn't even consider wanting until maybe just now. ]
I'll tell you what. Don't worry about any of this—
[ he takes both the sheath and the knit hat from between them, yes even the weird meat cupcake. those things he sets aside, on the ground by their feet. whether or not keith even wants them... it's fine. this day's about him.
lance retakes keith's hands in his, drawing them up to press a kiss over the back of both. ]
There's like five hours left in the day, right? We'll spend it doing whatever you want, just the two of us.
[ a thoughtful pause. ]
Or I can get completely out of your hair. [ he's self-aware enough to know that he's sort of capitalized a lot of keith's time... okay... ] Birthday boy's wish.
[That's right, Lance was MIA all day long when all he would've liked was to hold hands all day...hmmm...hmmm hmm....]
You don't have to -- do that...
[Cast it all aside; presenting it all was pretty important to him, right? Plopping it on the floor seems...rude. Even if he's not the one doing it, he's forcing Lance's hand in being shitty and deflective. He's being totally rude without meaning to be.]
Lance...
[Why so suave?! Jeeze louise, it makes him seem all the more like a fish out of water. Post-kisses, he's escaping that 2x grip, extending his arms around Lance's neck and reeling him in. Holding him close.]
I don't want you out of my hair, I thought you were paying attention. [With a sigh.] You're...
[Talking into the open air beside his ear.]
You're the most important person that I know of...so stop writing yourself off.
[POT...KETTLE..WRONG THREAD....BUT. Writing himself off, belittling his importance, suddenly shoving his gifts aside like he hand't wasted a whole day and 18 paychecks on a single snot's birthday.]
[ he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, kind of grateful for being drawn in so close so suddenly. it saves a little of his dignity, given how suddenly dopey his smile turns. how red and warm his face gets.
without hesitating, he wraps his arms snug around keith's waist, and all it takes is a little tug to get the other boy sliding onto his lap completely. he buries his face against the crook of keith's neck, nuzzling the long wisps of thick hair there. ]
You're amazing, you know that?
[ never gonna give you up... never gonna let you down... ]
It's your day, and you're still making it all about me. [ tsk! ] Normally I'd be all about it, but it's not every day someone turns 19.
[He's pulled over, settles heavily. The loop around his neck is everlasting.]
I didn't even do anything..?!
[He tilts his head against Lance's; it's a delayed response to seeing him after...not...all day. He's happy to have him home, sandwiched between all of his limbs ever.]
Are you still mad about that?
[Mentioning his age by number specifically...jealous.]
[Doesn't matter, brag all you want. Keith ain't even mad.]
If you're staying up... [Dragon oyster???] I guess we should try that cupcake?
[Emphasis on WE, so if it's nasty, they can mutually be grossed out. Cute birthday activities. Not to sound preemptively biased against it; he's eaten space goo before ok.]
[ and he wasn't even in love with you then! god, he's sweet.
anyway, he totally hears the "we" in that statement, but silly loverboy lance hears it more as a let's-do-this-thing-together-as-a-couple rather than if-i'm-going-down-i'm-taking-you-with-me. so he perks up, shifting just enough that he can dip down and scoop up the little container of half-mushed maybe-meat cupcake... he forgot to get any utensils, so when he opens it, he has only his fore- and middle finger to work with. oh well. here comes the choo-choo train...! ]
[Remember when it was Lance's birthday and they were kinda flirting but not really? They were flirting and didn't know it.
Lance shifts, though Keith would've grabbed it?! He's left just kinda..leaning out of the way, sitting straighter once he grabs hold of the dessert, brings it up between them.]
Lance?!
[How brave of him...fingering the cupcake without even knowing what it's made of.
Wait, why would he buy a mystery cupcake like that??? wtf.]
Do you wanna try it first?
[Buying himself an extra moment of life in his ignorance regarding birthday traditions...]
[ don't worry, keith, he's super limber and flexible... he was Fine.
but speaking of fine, not even keith's inherent fineness (hehe, see what he did there) can save him from sampling his birthday cupcake first. lance just holds the finger-scoop a little closer to his face. ]
Nope, birthday boy gets the first dibs! Them's the rules.
He leans away out of impulse, eyes the cupcake suspiciously (he's really not; the means of which it's being conveyed to his mouth is the questionable part), lifts his brows at the apparent rules...
But finally opens his mouth. No angling into it, no nothing. Lance's gotta do all the work.]
anyway wow... what a lazy boy. but it's fine, it's fine. if he's allowed to be lazy at all, it'd be during his birthday. so with an over-exaggerated sigh, lance makes a big show of angling the finger-scoop closer and closer... till some icing is touching keith's lip —
but at the last second he's swooping his arm around, pulling a quick u-turn, and stuffing said fingers into his own mouth. mm! he laughs, clearly pleased with his playful deceit. what a riot, he's so hilarious! ]
He'll bump a fist against Lance's chest, glaring slightly -- only because he looked like a dumb dumb pants for half a second there.]
At least I know you're not trying to kill me.
[With mystery meat cupcakes. Gross. Anyway, before Lance can open his mouth -- return fire, have another bite, whatever...he's leaning in, not even kissing him, but ghosting his tongue along his lips. Curious, intrusive even...as it dips to breaching into his mouth.
He really can't taste anything besides a hint of flavor -- sugary stuff. He's not in a hurry to retreat regardless.]
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What's wrong?
[Asking again in a different way. He'll go ahead and set his hands on that bag, trying to alleviate some of the weight???]
Is everything alright? What's going on-?
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—no, not yet!
[ of course doing so just makes the cramp on his side flare up, and so he winces almost immediately, slapping a crab-claw hand over it and pinching. ]
Ohgod cramp cramp cramp cramp...!
[ since when did he get so out of shape... he was doing aerial dances not long before this!! ]
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[What is even going on??? Should he be lying down? It seems like he should be lying down? Fortunately he's distracted by Lance's charlie horse enough to forget about him being weird about the bag .4 seconds ago.]
Maybe you should sit down?
[They do have a couch over yonder. It's a bit smaller than their previous one, but it works and is comfy.
It's more like a loveseat but whatever.]
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Good idea, yeah, let's do that—
[ he'll grab keith's hand with his free one, shuffling over to that sorry excuse for a couch. ain't nobody sleeping on this comfortably...
he plops down with a sigh, leaning his head back to snag a few more breaths of air.
after a moment, he rolls his head over to look at keith. musters up a crooked smile. ]
Hey.
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...Hey?!
[That's the most anticlimactic thing ever, and Lance still hasn't answered a single status question he's posed?! Which...which must mean he's fine? Lance would never overlook an opportunity for dramatics.]
Hey what? What's wrong with you?!
[It's a demand rather than a question.]
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[ alright, to be fair, that whole thing was pretty concerning, but c'mon keith like you'd never seen a guy give himself a running cramp before. he keeps a hand around keith's, using that as leverage to weakly tug him onto the couch. ]
C'mon, have a seat—
[ he shifts a little, moving the bag around his shoulders so it sits on his lap. ]
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I'm fine.
[A standard response for both things. To accentuate this, he remains standing for an extra moment -- it's an awkwardly long extra moment, before slowly sinking into the available spot.]
Why are you acting so weird?
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I messed up.
[ WAIT DON'T GO AWAY THIS ISN'T THAT KIND OF STORY— ]
I started working on it since August, you know? Ever since you told me when it was. I bought the yarn for it the next day, I had this whole idea worked out in my head...
[ he unzips the bag (the very same duffel that they'd used to bring all their possessions in). his smile is sheepish as he draws out a folded up hat. ]
It made sense back in Olympia, when the weather was starting to get cool...
[ but now they're in wyver, where the weather is just hot and humid all day err'day.
...also when keith was still the pilot of the red lion. heh. ]
But, [ and here he perks up a bit. ] I did some digging. I found a leathersmith here once we got settled [ which was literally just a couple of days ago? lance??? ] and I used my charms [ aka lance owes him a lot of free work for the next couple of weeks ] and he agreed to make you something special—
[ he pulls out another item. jfc he realizes he didn't even have time to wrap it. HE LITERALLY JUST PICKED IT UP. ]
It's... you know. For your knife.
[ your first boyfriend. hah. ]
Oh! And I got you a cupcake!
[ he digs in the bag and pulls out a box, its clear plastic window showing something... half-smushed and purple. ]
Or... I think it's a cupcake. The baker said it's a Wyvern delicacy. It's probably only a little made of meat. Oh — I forgot to get a candle, oh shoot...
[ he starts to rummage around in the bag, as if one might suddenly just appear... ]
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Since I told you when what was?
[Confused, he's handed a knit item to make matters worse and very slowly...the gears shift into place and Keith's...taken aback. This is about his birthday, isn't it? He's barely over the horror that is a very cute knit red lion hat when Lance produces another gift. There's a distinct heat emanating from his hairline to his collarbones. This is....
Embarrassing. He's barely worthy of the hat, which clearly took a short eternity to knit. August.]
Lance, [He's wide-eyed, studying the leather sheath with the same expression one would regard an unsolicited dick pic. He's shaking his head thereafter. Barely hearing anything about Wyvern meatcakes.] those things are expensive...
[It being leather alone, nevermind how seriously embellished it is.]
You have to bring it back.
[Present opening 101 with Keith: Nnn.,,,.nooo.ooono no. Please no. He can't even properly fuss over the hat. Or cupcake.]
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You don't like it...?
[ he looks down at the sheath, trying to go over in his mind all the ways it had gone wrong. was it the color? the pattern? he's doing the math again and it ain't looking good. ]
I could ask him to change it up — or, or make another one— [ he winces. that'll definitely be another couple if weeks of work, but then again, what does that matter, if he can somehow manage to salvage this dumpster fire disaster of a birthday surprise. ]
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[It's his turn to turn more toward him, scooting closer too. A leg crosses his lap for good measure, careful about placement so he's not knocking that gift around. Maybe he could have started with something a little nicer, it was another kneejerk response verbalized too quickly.]
No, no. Lance, I like it.
[He reaches over, not to grab the sheath, but cup at the furthest side of Lance's face.]
It's perfect, [his thumb flexes.] I don't think I've ever seen such a nice one in person. I'm just...not really used to getting stuff.
[That hippopotamus is the only gift he can recall in any stretch of personal history, minus his...knife...if that even counts. A 'happy birthday' + Wyvern cupcake is pushing it, the knit hat? Over the top. Adding an extravagant scabbard to the mix is unacceptable.]
I don't deserve it.
[He doesn't realize how pathetic he sounds in just...being..honest. He'd fumbling with the hat with his other hand, keeping busy. He's smiling appreciatively, it's pathetic all the same.]
But...thank you.
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You.
What?
[ suddenly the thanks is no longer important. he's leaning forward, trying to meet keith's eyes. ]
What are you talking about, you don't deser— Keith, I'd get you seven different ones if I could! One for every day of the week. Heck, I'd make them all if I knew a single thing about leathermaking! [ sadly, he's just a silly knitter... ]
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You already made me something.
[Which is apart from the point he's trying to make, sure, but it's also a fact. His fingers twitch against the knit hat sitting in his lap. It's a definitive statement, like it should shut down any further arguments against him.]
I only -- [Need one, but he doesn't, because that would mean he's accepting the gift which, he cannot do.] I didn't think you'd even remember.
[No offense. He's just. Overwhelmed. His eyes are flicking from here to there. Never actually finding a place on Lance.]
It's nice to just...have some company.
[Which sounds more pathetic than he meant for it to sound, except it's totally pathetic and this whole thing is pitiful. Here. On his 19th birthday. Your rival's super lame, sorry.. . .]
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it's just that he'd worked it up so much in his head. built it up to be this giant thing for over a month now, wanting so desperately to make it perfect that he... completely forgets all the things that would make it perfect for keith. quiet. lowkey. simple.
and here he'd gone, wasting the entire day away scrambling for something that keith maybe appreciates, but definitely didn't even consider wanting until maybe just now. ]
I'll tell you what. Don't worry about any of this—
[ he takes both the sheath and the knit hat from between them, yes even the weird meat cupcake. those things he sets aside, on the ground by their feet. whether or not keith even wants them... it's fine. this day's about him.
lance retakes keith's hands in his, drawing them up to press a kiss over the back of both. ]
There's like five hours left in the day, right? We'll spend it doing whatever you want, just the two of us.
[ a thoughtful pause. ]
Or I can get completely out of your hair. [ he's self-aware enough to know that he's sort of capitalized a lot of keith's time... okay... ] Birthday boy's wish.
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You don't have to -- do that...
[Cast it all aside; presenting it all was pretty important to him, right? Plopping it on the floor seems...rude. Even if he's not the one doing it, he's forcing Lance's hand in being shitty and deflective. He's being totally rude without meaning to be.]
Lance...
[Why so suave?! Jeeze louise, it makes him seem all the more like a fish out of water. Post-kisses, he's escaping that 2x grip, extending his arms around Lance's neck and reeling him in. Holding him close.]
I don't want you out of my hair, I thought you were paying attention. [With a sigh.] You're...
[Talking into the open air beside his ear.]
You're the most important person that I know of...so stop writing yourself off.
[POT...KETTLE..WRONG THREAD....BUT. Writing himself off, belittling his importance, suddenly shoving his gifts aside like he hand't wasted a whole day and 18 paychecks on a single snot's birthday.]
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without hesitating, he wraps his arms snug around keith's waist, and all it takes is a little tug to get the other boy sliding onto his lap completely. he buries his face against the crook of keith's neck, nuzzling the long wisps of thick hair there. ]
You're amazing, you know that?
[ never gonna give you up... never gonna let you down... ]
It's your day, and you're still making it all about me. [ tsk! ] Normally I'd be all about it, but it's not every day someone turns 19.
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I didn't even do anything..?!
[He tilts his head against Lance's; it's a delayed response to seeing him after...not...all day. He's happy to have him home, sandwiched between all of his limbs ever.]
Are you still mad about that?
[Mentioning his age by number specifically...jealous.]
I guess there's no way you'd forget...
[Fueled by rage, scarred for life.]
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I wasn't mad. [ he was mad. ] Anyway, it doesn't matter, cuz i'm still taller.
[ and taller he shall remain, if there's any merciful deity at all in the universe(s). hmph. ]
Anyway, you still haven't told me what you wanted to do. The night is young! [ ish. ] The dragon world is our dragon oyster.
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[Doesn't matter, brag all you want. Keith ain't even mad.]
If you're staying up... [Dragon oyster???] I guess we should try that cupcake?
[Emphasis on WE, so if it's nasty, they can mutually be grossed out. Cute birthday activities. Not to sound preemptively biased against it; he's eaten space goo before ok.]
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[ and he wasn't even in love with you then! god, he's sweet.
anyway, he totally hears the "we" in that statement, but silly loverboy lance hears it more as a let's-do-this-thing-together-as-a-couple rather than if-i'm-going-down-i'm-taking-you-with-me. so he perks up, shifting just enough that he can dip down and scoop up the little container of half-mushed maybe-meat cupcake... he forgot to get any utensils, so when he opens it, he has only his fore- and middle finger to work with. oh well. here comes the choo-choo train...! ]
Say "ahhh"~
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Lance shifts, though Keith would've grabbed it?! He's left just kinda..leaning out of the way, sitting straighter once he grabs hold of the dessert, brings it up between them.]
Lance?!
[How brave of him...fingering the cupcake without even knowing what it's made of.
Wait, why would he buy a mystery cupcake like that??? wtf.]
Do you wanna try it first?
[Buying himself an extra moment of life in his ignorance regarding birthday traditions...]
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but speaking of fine, not even keith's inherent fineness (hehe, see what he did there) can save him from sampling his birthday cupcake first. lance just holds the finger-scoop a little closer to his face. ]
Nope, birthday boy gets the first dibs! Them's the rules.
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He leans away out of impulse, eyes the cupcake suspiciously (he's really not; the means of which it's being conveyed to his mouth is the questionable part), lifts his brows at the apparent rules...
But finally opens his mouth. No angling into it, no nothing. Lance's gotta do all the work.]
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also the power of love healed him. or something.
anyway wow... what a lazy boy. but it's fine, it's fine. if he's allowed to be lazy at all, it'd be during his birthday. so with an over-exaggerated sigh, lance makes a big show of angling the finger-scoop closer and closer... till some icing is touching keith's lip —
but at the last second he's swooping his arm around, pulling a quick u-turn, and stuffing said fingers into his own mouth. mm! he laughs, clearly pleased with his playful deceit. what a riot, he's so hilarious! ]
!!
Oh — it's good! [ he sounds.. surprised... ]
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He'll bump a fist against Lance's chest, glaring slightly -- only because he looked like a dumb dumb pants for half a second there.]
At least I know you're not trying to kill me.
[With mystery meat cupcakes. Gross. Anyway, before Lance can open his mouth -- return fire, have another bite, whatever...he's leaning in, not even kissing him, but ghosting his tongue along his lips. Curious, intrusive even...as it dips to breaching into his mouth.
He really can't taste anything besides a hint of flavor -- sugary stuff. He's not in a hurry to retreat regardless.]
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i'm thrilled that they're finally having this problem
why are you so mean to keef on his burday
birthday surprise
surprise....
surprise!
thanks i hate it
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