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[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... ]

[emblazes]

I'm not gonna drown you.

[Not on purpose at least. A hand tilts his head back by his chin, he's already pouring a handful of water over his head, treading fingers through it to shoo the suds away.]

Just worry about keeping your eyes closed.

[Delayed advice, but he was working past his hairline anyway.]

[competing]

[ lance just makes a low, humming noise in the back of his throat, but he does as he's told, keeping still, his eyes closed.

after a time, his voice filters back in, soft. ]

Need me to do yours next...?

[emblazes]

[Lalalala, filtering his fingers through his hair approximately twenty times. Beween the goop and the shampoo...it's tough going.

But it all comes out at one point or another, and Lance isn't any balder for it.]

I can do it. [Shoulder tap, indicating he's free to sit up a bit.] You're falling asleep anyway.

[competing]

M'not, [ he says, completely convincingly. he slumps foward at the tap, bringing his knees up so he can lean his folded arms and head against them.

he's quiet for a few moments. ]

Hey... You think we would've still gotten together if our universe hadn't ended?

[emblazes]

[He's slowly, carefully, trying to move out from behind Lance, slip to the other end of the tub to properly wash his own hair with enough elbow room and such. He's in the process of squeezing shampoo into a hand again, ends up overdoing it entirely because of that question.....]

What? [He heard u, actually.] It didn't end.

[competing]

[ he lifts his head, turning slightly to frown at the other. ]

You know what I mean.

[ though maybe his inanswer is answer enough... ]

If we hadn't ended up here. Gone to that lagoon together...

[emblazes]

[Therein he'll slip past him, sitting just in front of him, legs drawn to his chest while already scooping handfuls of water for that mullet of his. If they hadn't done any of that....who knows. Keith's not the most attune to his -- wasn't the most aware of these latent desires of his. Sure, in hindsight it's easy to say he'd had a crush on Lance for some time, but with a war going on and adjusting to this planet, dealing with terrorist attacks and such...it's nothing short of a miracle that they'd been able to find a quiet place for themselves, so on and so forth.

There's a distant smile, though lacking cheer.]

Probably not.

[While soaking his hair a bit, an idle distraction from that somber realization. Maybe that's why people say everything happens for a reason.]

[competing]

[ lance looks briefly stricken by that, but then he's making a soft sound in the back of his throat, agreeing. he can't really deny that things back home were different. that even if he eventually did come to understand and accept his feelings, he would have had to wonder if they would have even had the time to have a chance.

then again, somehow, they'd found the time here. maybe they would have found it there too...? ]

Tilt your head back, [ he says after a while. he unfurls from himself, moving so that he's leaning over keith. he's slipping an arm around his back, holding him steady to aid him in leaning back, just enough to dip his head into the water. ]