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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.............]

[competing]

[ 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.

[competing]

[ sorry u have to see this junior... this is how your dads used to be all the time. ]

Oh yeah? What'd you have for lunch today?

[ aka the time of day lance is too busy with work to check in on keith. perhaps not the most poignant of examples, but it'll get the work done! ]

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[Providing one white lie is bad enough, when Lance goes for details he....

He ain't got nothin.]

Who cares?!

[Obviously not a real question.]

Like I said, worry about yourself.

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I never said I was never not worried about myself! [ he can multitask okay... but all this shouting is startling poor junior. ]

Believe it or not, you actually factor into that now. So when you start pushing me away like this, it kind of sort of really affects me!

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[His ears are twitching so much...hackles goin up...]

Me not eating lunch doesn't have anything to do with you!

[And Other Lies Your Alien Boyfriend Will Tell You.]

I'm not pushing you away because I didn't eat lunch-!

[Which, he immediately realizes doesn't make sense? He said that wrong. No takebacks.]

You just keep getting pissed off because -- because you don't get me!

[How could anyone begin to understand poor half alien orphan Keith....read straight from the visitors guide at hot topic dot com. Sometimes Lance is the pro-bono perfecto boyfriend and sometimes Keith gets wrapped up in his own brain and needs to get his ass kicked.]

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[ where lance would typically react to keith's explosion with a similar one of his own, this time he seems to explode inwardly. closing in on himself. ]

I guess I don't.

[ he rearranges his hold on junior for a second, the little panda snuffling mildly in distress. ]

Whose fault is that?

[ that'll be the last thing he says before swiftly brushing past him, moving back into their shared bedroom so he can set junior back down onto the little crate they'd been using as a makeshift bed/crib for him. ]

1/3

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[No, what, that's not what he's supposed to say?! Lance brushes past and he's left just standing there, dumbfounded. Has he been shutting him out? Intentionally? This is...not their first fight about this.]

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It's my fault.

[Can lance...even hear him...]

[competing]

[ maybe.

either way, there's a sudden shout that follows it: ]

WHAT WAS THAT? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING??

[ hmph. come over here and tell him yourself, you coward. ]

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[Clenching his fists...]