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[competing]

[ lance just grins, though it's strained, and loops his arm through keith's to keep walking them towards the doctor's. ]

This way, sweetie.

[emblazes]

Don't say stuff like that when we're--

[Arguing, he was going to say. It's patronizing, he was going to explain...but they're not really arguing as much as just...him...angsting...and being frustrated over Lance's inability to see how lame he is.

Erh.

He's walking along with heavy steps and a limp arm because he's gotta be extra.]

This better not take long. If they wanna draw blood, I'm out.

[competing]

[ okay fine, fair point. sweet petnames are now off-limits during times of friction (the negative kind, anyway). no sense in sullying them.

but regardless, lance is determined to see this throat, giving keith a tug every time he trails too far behind. ]

Like you have something better to do. Don't be such a baby.

[emblazes]

It's not about being a baby, don't you remember the blood drive?

[With a glare; he's been cut and jabbed more times than he can properly recall, but if they're using his blood to get high & are thereafter going to pursue him until he's been drained...he can just wait this thing out.]

I do have something better to do.

[competing]

Oh yeah...

[ lance seems to blank out for a moment, a bleak look crossing his face as he suppresses a shudder.

his hand closes around keith's instinctively, just as he gives his head a shake. ]

Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you. [ he's scrappy! ] You can do your other thing afterwards, whatever it is.

[emblazes]

[His other thing is probably some bullshit like, expanding his radio since it doesn't work as intended.]

I'm not gonna let anyone hurt me either. [Flatly, with a flat look. He's flat.] But how did you forget that?!

[The blood drive is such an important key component to almost every point on his conspiracy board, jeeze.]

[competing]

[ omg no on but you can keep track of your conspiracy board, nerd. ]

It was a long time ago, okay! It's fine, you probably just have a concussion, they don't draw blood for that.

[emblazes]

They're not gonna do anything for it!

[Besides magic, maybe. Get his DNA on record for something malicious.]

[competing]

You don't know that!

[ magic's still okay!! hmph. ]

Do you at least still have that healing ointment from olympia?

[ does that thing get expired... ]

[emblazes]

[Didn't JJ drop his magic healing ointment? Should we pretend there's some left?]

I don't know.

[He's got a defensive tone about him.]

I packed it but I don't know if there's any left.

[competing]

[ idk man, be thankful i even remembered it. ]

Great, good going. [ W2G KEITH.

lance just stops them in the middle of their walk, turning to face him. ] Do you really not wanna do this? I guess if it is just a concussion, all I have to do is make sure you don't sleep...

[emblazes]

[Thankful on Thanksgiving.]

I've been saying that since you mentioned it.

[Wonder how they could think of ways to keep each other awake all night...hmm...]

I'll be fine, even if I fall asleep.

[competing]

Except for the part where that's the opposite of what you're supposed to do when you have a concussion?? [ keith he's going to shake you. and maybe suck on your dick. but only to save your life, okay, god. ]

Let's just go home then.

[emblazes]

I'm part Galra!

[Louder than intended, maybe outburst time part 2.]

I'll be fine, whatever happens. [He's literally arguing about falling asleep rn.] You don't have to be responsible for me.

[competing]

What does that have to do with anything?!

[ lance feels like he went from 0 to 60 again in his frustration, and now he's back to wanting to pull his hair out. ]

And since when do you know about Galra biology anyway?? What, did Kolivan give you a super special "So now you're a Galra" powerpoint as part of your Blade initiation?

[ he steps closer, jabbing keith once in the chest. ]

It's not about feeling responsible for you, it's about loving you, you giant blockhead. When're you gonna get it through your thick brain already???

[emblazes]

No.

[Haughtily, just to stop Lance in his tracks. Lest he try to MOCK HIM some more about HOW LITTLE HE KNOWS ABOUT HIMSELF. What starts as a swipe ends in him just...enveloping his hand over Lance's prodding sort.]

Then we'll stop at that place since it's gonna bother you so much.

[With a semi-eyeroll, like a petulant child. This is obviously why he got booted from the garrison.]

[competing]

[ he makes a vaguely strangled noise in the back of his throat, but rather than say something right away, he just steps forward and drops his head onto keith's shoulder. ]

I want to stop fighting already, [ he sighs heavily. ] I just wanna take care of you, I want us to be okay, I wanna go home and wash off all this gross plant blood.

[emblazes]

[It doesn't happen immediately, but his hands eventually come up in a cautious embrace, holding him post-mini-rant in spite of himself being an asshole moments ago.]

Sorry. [It's a start.] Let's go home and spend time together.

[Keith's like a bear that's been caught in a bear trap for 72hrs whenever he gets injured, doubly in front of Lance. He could've been acting worse, but this...was enough. Enough to upset Lance, which is always the worst, even if he doesn't act it. His fingers tread his back in quick up-down motions, his other augments to rest at his upper back, between his shoulder blades.]

[competing]

[ his own arms are quicker to react, coming up to curl around keith's narrow waist, holding tight. ]

I'm sorry too. [ not necessarily for anything specific; just for everything. that it's come to this as much as it has. the tension in his shoulders gradually relaxes under keith's gentle ministrations, and eventually he's letting out a small puff of breath. he turns his head, burying his eyes against keith's neck. ]

Take a nice long bath with me. Pretty sure that stuff's all over your hair.

[emblazes]

Don't be.

[With a sigh -- disappointed only in himself. That's the theme of tonight. He'll weigh the side of his head against Lance's, just light enough to have some presence and not make it uncomfortable or his neck. A few (probably) dirty (but gloved) fingers rise to test the ends of his shorter hair, smirking a bit.]

Yeah, it's in yours too.

[He's putting it there....]

You'll have to be faster with your shield next time.

[Like the good old days of bullying eachother.]

[competing]

[ as soon as lance feels keith's hand in his hair, the stickiness beginning to way the short strands of hair down, he wrinkles his nose, drawing back up to his full height and jerking away. ]

Keeeeeeith! [ keith bullies, lance whines, because gross. ] I bet that's gonna take hours to wash off!

[emblazes]

[And so his assault comes to and end; his hands fall to his sides, looking ever-pleased with himself.]

Good.

[All the more time to spend in the bath with u...m'lady.]

[competing]

[ keith may have already relented, but lance is going to halfheartedly shove him away anyway. ]

If you wanted me naked for that long, you could've just asked.

[ hMPH HMPH... he'll stomp off, sulky but not nearly as much to actually gain too much distance between them. hurry up, keith, he can feel it starting to seep into his scalp. ]

[emblazes]

[He's tailing him without extra encouragement, brazenly pleased with himself (1st smile of the day). Moreover, does he really need an excuse to see Lance naked for any amount of time...come on...]

At least we'll both be bald if that stuff's dangerous.

[Which, of course he doesn't think that'd be a side affect in any alternate universe. Just a bunch of plant guts -- should actually improve their glorious locks.]

[competing]

[ it's familiar, at least, this easy banter they fall into. lance is hoping it lasts. ]

You better hope this stuff doesn't make our hair fall off or you're never gonna hear the end of it.

[ definitely not a weak threat...... ]