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[competing]

No. [ he hugs it even closer to his chest, full on pouting now. ] Come back to bed.

And I'm not making fun of you!

[ remember keith... remember when you told him how important he was to you.... hours earlier...... ]

[emblazes]

[Ragerts...]

I'm not doing that.

[He's just gonna stand there angrily and expect Lance to crack...

Which lasts all of five seconds. It's five seconds before he's launching himself at the paladin. Like a jaguar in the rainforest cafe.]

[competing]

[ oh my god why does this keep happening ]

—remember that you like meeaAauGHHHh!

[emblazes]

[He's not even trying to get his hippo back. He's trying to pull him into a crossface chickenwing. Which is a real wrestling move.

It is kind of hard to be serious about it with Lance shrieking stuff like that though...hmph.]

[competing]

[ the hippo is dropped in lance's frantic attempt to grasp at keith's arm, though only one makes it since the other is pulled quickly behind his back. ]

—hgck! Chhgk!

[ he taps at keith's arm like he's trying to ring up guest service in a hotel after a harrowing red eye flight. uncle, already, uncle..! ]=

[emblazes]

[Message received. He'll release Lance's limbs but remain straddling his back; he could always mush his face into the mattress until he apologizes, but it's...

Hard. Being actually mad at him right now, for some reason. Is this Luv?]

You're a jerk.

[TELL 'EM BOY.]

[competing]

[ lance flops uselessly against the mattress, a crumpled pathetic mess of limbs and wrinkled pajama shirt. ]

That's fair, [ he mumbles in response, cheek mushed against the bed as he attempts to peek at keith out of the corner of his eye. one hand snakes its way to curl around one of keith's, tugging weakly. ]

Sorry I lied... We can check and make sure tomorrow.

[ whether or not they actually exist, let alone would be available in the unit doesn't really matter. if keith's interested in it, then lance will try to be too. ]

[emblazes]

[Keith's slowly arranging himself 'behind' Lance...kinda trying to maneuver him onto his side so he can slip in behind, be the big spoon. Pointedly ignoring his attempt at hand-holding all the while.]

You're not sorry. [Pragmatic as ever.] I'm not checking with you.

[Or at all. Hmph. It feels more poignant in blaming him...taking lessons from Lance in how to be Dramatique, hm.]

[competing]

[ okay, well hand-holding is apparently a bust... but at least he's being spooned? that's.. that's a good sign, right... ]

I am! If you're really upset, I am!

[ it's not about the cryptids... hmph. ]

[emblazes]

See? You don't actually mean it.

[Apologies have to be produced by ur own..uh...want to..apologize...wait. His apology is actually pretty valid. Too late.]

-- Just be quiet! I'm angry at you.

[competing]

[ lance opens his mouth to contest that, but then he thinks doing so would only make keith angrier, and as fun as that had been for him once upon a time, it's a lot scarier now when he's got so much to lose.

so he snaps his mouth shut, deflating on the bed. he stares at the hippopotamus' face for a while, mulling over what it is he could possibly do to get onto keith's good side again...




...




slowly, the hippo's face starts to creep up over the slope of lance's shoulder. peeking at keith. a garbled voice comes from nowhere near the hippo's mouth, but it's clearly meant to be the one speaking, with the way it totters from side to side. ]

Please forgive your boyfriend, Keith... He's very — soooowwy.

[emblazes]

[He's in the process of settling, even if he's being an asshole in turn. He's resting his head somewhere against his nape, nuzzling into the hairs at the base of his head. His eyes have closed...only to reopen at the sound of some creepy ass voice.]

....

[ಠ_ಠ]

I know that's you, Lance.

[This is it. The first time someone's tried to make a stuffed animal talk to him.]

[competing]

[ the hippo wavers a little. ]

N-Noooo...pe... It's me, Hubert Hippo...! Your friend and, uh. Love guru! Here to help you and your... love.

[emblazes]

I'm not talking to you, I'm going to sleep.

[As if to prove this, he's pulling the blankets up high...]

I don't need help. I'm not the liar.

[OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, SICK FYI.]

[competing]

I didn't lie—! I mean uh. I don't think Lance lied... at allllll. I think he just... didn't want to let you down. He doesn't like seeing you saaaad.

[ c'mon keith how can you possibly ignore this great apologizing here. ]

[emblazes]

You l--you're lying right now?!

[Lance is so bad at roleplaying.]

I'll forgive you if you stop talking like that, and put the hippo down.

[2/10 would not hire for a birthday party.]

[competing]

[ the hippo is quietly put down. he tried, okay. he tried. ]

[emblazes]

[Like they're set on a balance scale, the hippo disappears and Keith rises, pressing a kiss to the corner of Lance's jaw.

Not without teeth. There's a pinch involved as the kiss turns into something more open-mouthed...but it's just that. Ends there. Violent.]

[competing]

—Oww!

[ WHAT IS THIS... IS THIS HIS PUNISHMENT...

some kinda galra kink??? ]

Haven't I suffered enough?!

[emblazes]

No.

[The easy, quick answer. That's all he wanted to do. He's settling again, thinks to knee his butt for good measure but refrains.]

You're lucky you stole that.

[The hippo.]

I'm not forgiving you, but I don't want to argue about it anymore.

[competing]

[ lance sighs dejectedly. ]

Look, we can't go to sleep angry, okay? That's like, a major no-no.

[emblazes]

I know.

[He only knows because Lance said so. He's not...really mad at this point. Disappointed? Perhapskies. But he's spooning him, hugging around his middle with an arm.]

But I'm gonna have nightmares from your puppet show.

[Ha ha. Ha ha haah...]

[competing]

It wasn't that bad..!

[ hmph... he curls up a little, effectively hugging that arm closer to his body. ]

C'mon... you gotta tell me how I can make it up to you.

[emblazes]

It was bad.

[He bends his legs against the back of Lance's, fullbody curling against him.]

Let's just call it even after that.

[Because it was stupid!! Not because it was cute. And thoughtful, in a convoluted way.]

[competing]

Fine...

[ lance shifts slightly, turning just enough to peek over his shoulder at keith. ]

Can I at least get a kiss goodnight..?

[ he's so neeeeeeedy ]