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[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...... ]

[emblazes]

I'm already not hearing the end of it.

[He'll jog up a pace or two, trying to level out their progress. They're gonna be home in five seconds anyway...]

[competing]

Yeah, lucky you, I have a wonderful voice!

[ stomp stomp stomp— oh, there's their tree. he'll shimmy up the ladder or rope or whatever it is they use to get up there, jeebus. though he stops about halfway, glancing down. ]

Do you need help up...?

[emblazes]

[A thing to not be contested. They probably have a rope and a ladder....Keith's gonna start up the ladder.]

I'm fine.

[REMEMBER? HE'S TOTALLY FINE AND NOTHING'S WRONG. He'll just refrain from looking any which way too quickly...or at all.]

[competing]

[ oh right, keith "i'm fine" mccree. lance still waits at the top, offering a hand to his boyfriend despite whatever protests he might put up. ]

I'm thirsty, [ he announces, moving towards their little kitchenette. ] Want some?

[ he's really just trying to fetch keith some water, get him re-hydrated... but he figures it'll be easier to get him to comply if he doesn't seem like he's doing it strictly for him. ]

[emblazes]

[He'll accept the hand, tail after him like an old dog into their house. He thinks to head for the bathroom but pauses at the notion of a drink.]

...Alright.

[Just like that comic where Shiro asks Keith to clean his room and he refuses until Lance decides to tidy up his own room.

He'll start disrobing in the meantime, on principle of him being covered in plant blood.]

[competing]

[ the rivalry never truly died...

in any case, lance will go about pulling off his own armor once he finishes taking a swig of water from his glass and passes it over to keith. first goes his helmet, then his chest armor comes off with a soft plop! mussing up his already messy hair... shout out to keith, that jerk. he totally does the hair flick too, despite having no hair to do it, smh. ]

I'll start up the bath...

[emblazes]

[He'll accept the drink, finish it off with a slight nod, then set the empty down on the nearest surface like a typical Boy.]

Okay.

[Supplementing the nod. He'd have left that part to Lance anyway as he's a bit of a shower nazi. In the meantime, he'll continue his stripshow, literally shedding everything including his undies because it's whatever at this point. When he does make an appearance in the bathroom, he's politely cupping his groin and all in all...he's not that dirty. His uniform took the most of it, but his face and hair need some work.

Similar to Lance.]

[competing]

[ honestly idk how they have a tub in their tiny treehouse, but there it is. keith will find lance already tucked into the tub, though his legs and arms are splayed out over the edge of it. he doesn't even lift his head up from where it rests. his hair's still a mess. ]

Ooh, get in quick — the water's at the perfect temperature.

[emblazes]

[It's a claw foot bathtub and it's cute.]

Of course it is.

[Lacking skepticism. He'd expect no less. He moves closer, means to slip in behind Lance to, of course, seat him into his lap...which is his main concern rather than appreciating the temperature.

Though it is a nice, inviting thing to step into...]

[competing]

[ why does keith always get to be the big spoon...

the water sloshes around a little, some spilling over the side as lance makes room for him. with a self-satisfied smile, he leans back into keith's chest, easily tucking himself into the space there despite their differences in height.

blindly, he searches for keith's hand in the murky water, drawing it across his torso where it rests right over his bellybutton. ]

Feel good?

[emblazes]

Yeah.

[He settles easily enough, even as he's the mismatched bigspoon...maybe stop slouching and you can be the big spoon next time doofus. He spreads his hands out over his stomach, automatically rubbing his naval beneath the water.]

Of course.

[His chin finds Lance's shoulder. Maybe he'll fall asleep here after all...]

[competing]

[ keith will get a nudge from that shoulder before too long. ]

Don't drift off. [ he chuckles softly. ] I'm not saving you if you drown in our own bathtub.

[emblazes]

I'm not.

[Defensively, readjusting his head so he's nuzzling into the crook of his neck even more...]

Good to know, though.

[Honestly if it's his destiny to die via bathtub after everything he's been thru...that's lame.]

[competing]

Mmm.

[ maybe it's the nuzzle, or the warm water, or the adrenaline of the day finally leaving him, but lance finds himself starting to drift off too, or at the very least feel the pull of fatigue start to weigh him down. one hand settles on keith's knee, lightly stroking there. ten minutes, he thinks. just a quick ten minute of shut-eye, then they can get on with actually getting clean, and climbing into a real bed.

they're owed this much, at least. ]

[emblazes]

[The stroking garners a soft kiss just beneath his ear, and the hand not rubbing at his tum tum moves to grab the shampoo bottle that's gonna be conveniently within reach and uncapped with his teeth. Another even lighter kiss follows the Great Uncapping, the tiniest amount of viscous solution is squirted directly into his hair.

Even in suddenly, similarly feeling lazy, he might as well be proactive...or help out in an area where he kinda caused the problem.]

Losing you?

[Sleepyhead. He'll lift his own head, start massaging at his hair. It's not completely soaked through with water, but his hand's wet enough and Lance's hair's short enough to properly massage some suds efficiently into his scalp.]

[competing]

Mm-mmm.

[ a soft sound in the negative, despite how droopy his head is, despite how those hands in his hair only lull him further into la la land. his head tips back, a lazy smile stretching across his face in appreciation. ]

Your hands're so good...

[emblazes]

You're falling asleep.

[A firmer accusation, still rubbing his scalp. He only stops once he's confident he's soaked all of it through -- cautious with the front of his hair, not wanting it to drip over his eyes or anything.]

I'm not saving you if you drown in our bathtub.

[competing]

[ he doesn't open his eyes again, but he does smile a little wider. a little goofier. ]

'Course you will. You always got my back.

[ especially now... hehe... get it.... ]

[emblazes]

I won't.

[Hmph.

Gonna let that shampoo sit while Lance takes a nap...hugging both arms around his middle, pressing a raspberry to his shoulder.

Not letting him relax at all.]

[competing]

Liar— hey!

[ omg that's how you get some water splashed on you, son! ]

[emblazes]

[Don't splash him...then he'll bite....]

[competing]

Hey, we're supposed to be relaxing!

[emblazes]

I thought we were washing off.

[His hands find Lance's hips -- well, his thumbs hook around 'em, the rest of his fingers spread and push lightly against the small of his back.]

Here, slide forward.

[He's being serious again...this time trying to figure out the easiest way to rinse his hair off.]

And just tip your head back...

[competing]

Okay...

[ he does as he's told, water sloshing around a little. ]

But if you really do drown me, I'm coming back as a ghost to haunt you.

[ his life is in your hands now, keith... ]