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[never.]

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[ tHEN NO ANGRY SEX FOR U ]

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[go away lans.]

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[ he can't he lives here ]

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[keith's gonna sleep outside with a horse. bad end.]

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[ HE'S GONNA DROP WATER ON YOUR HEAD ]

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[just make him feel even more like an outcast...i see...]

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[ omg that's his own fault, he's been tryna do the OPPOSITE ]

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[whatever lena...i dont feel liek rping this drama anymore with you......anyway wheres shiro/]

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[ im filing for a divorce ]

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[Good Luck Hoe.]

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[ i h8 u ]

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[if that's true hoew come chrom and olivia]

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[ i didnt sign anything ]

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[anyway.......]

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[ hmph. ]

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[Come home to fist fight already.]

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[ HE HAS LIKE TWO MORE HOURS LEFT but you can bet he hasn't really simmered down at all. he'd spent the tail end of his shift ranting to poor jenx, who deserves a 'boss of the year' award for how patient she's being. by the time he actually makes it home, he's worked up to seven different ways in which he could chew keith's head off...

provided the other boy is even home. provided he even decides to go home at all. ]

Keith??

[ there is a slight panic in his voice, surprising him because he was so sure he'd be more mad than this. ]

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What?

[He's home; he's spent the entirety of ignoring Lance with trying to build their panda its own...space. Like a cage, but not really a cage? Kinda a cage. It looks like a wooden bird cage...but bigger.

A lil DIY project spread across their shared bedroom floor. The panda's currently rolling around in a lampshade off to the side.

More importantly, Keith's tone is already testy, like he'd been anticipating this but also doesn't want to address it.............]

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[ worry subsides into anger again when he hears the snippy tone of his partner. his teeth grit, steps quick and sharp as he stomps his way over to their shared bedroom, fists clenched and ready to give the other man a piece of his mind—

he pauses at the doorway, expression slackening when he sees what keith is working on.

... ]

I'll get dinner started, [ he mutters, turning swiftly to walk back towards the kitchen. dangit... way to take the wind right out of his sails..! ]

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[He turns just in time for Lance to not even be in his sight anymore which is --- surprising? The tension falls from his face, a glance shoots between that empty doorway and their panda child and he..

Connects what's left in his hands -- a bar with some wing nuts before rising up to trail after Lance; their treehouse and its lack of space makes it easy to find him...]

I'm not hungry. [And now that he's out and about, trailing him and such...he's not even sure why? Or, what to say, rather. Goes along with him ignoring the guy for x amount of hours.] ...so don't make me anything.

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[ lance's hands still over the refrigerator, but he's slow to turn towards keith standing by the doorway. he isn't all that hungry either, given his stewing emotions. ]

You have to eat something, [ he murmurs. they may be fighting but that doesn't mean he's not gonna mother hen! ]

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I'm full.

[WHY'S HE EVEN CARE, WHY'S HE BEING NICE? THIS ISN'T HOW THEIR ARGUMENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO GO.]

Just, think about yourself.

[Ah, yes, nailed it. Perfect. He's making a hasty retreat, purposely letting his feet fall extra-heavily with each step. In the meantime, their panda's gonna skitter past Keith, bound for the kitchen to belatedly greet Lance. Like a dog.]

[competing]

[ lance is already two steps after keith when he's forced to stop and acknowledge their panda son. he scoops the little guy up distractedly, cradling him in his arms as he marches after the other. ]

Well, someone's gotta think about you, since you seem so keen on not doing it yourself.

[ ah yes now does this sound like their usual fights... ]

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[Their not!dog will try to lick the underside of Lance's face in the meantime...]

What's that supposed to mean?!

[Whirling around to glare at him...ah yes...here we go.]

I can take care of myself just fine.