[ all he wanted was some holiday smooching... hmph.
but at least keith is decorating. that's sort of a win, right? whatever the case, lance has finished stringing up the lights along the roof of their little tree house (don't ask how, maybe he stepped on the railings or something).
[He's not even sure if he's doing this right? But wrapping the tinsel around and around is the only way to make it stay without adding tape. Just tucking the ends into itself once he's hit a corner...]
Just take one from the radio.
[His manmade radio that probably doesn't have the right plug and would require an adapter for Christmas-light use. He's sure there's an adapter somewhere, if it helps.]
[MOST SHOCKING ADMITTANCE OF 2017. It hasn't worked, and even if it did work, he shouldn't need to plug it in. It's a purposely-offhand comment as he finishes up on his end.]
[ lance doesn't know if he buys it... but he just shrugs. ]
I'll mess with it tomorrow, then. [ he's gonna just stretch his arms up high over his head, yawning around a groan. ] It's late anyway. I had to haggle with an old guy for those garlands, and man was he chatty. [ which is saying something, coming from him... ]
I guess I just meant in general. [ he shrugs. ] I mean I know eventually the other shoe's gonna drop, and we won't be able to keep doing this — [ being part of el nysa, or whatever it is they're doing here. building a life together. ] — but in the meantime it's... nice.
He's thinking again, of being back with Voltron -- err, with the Blade, having no recollection of this place or his relationship with Lance. Which was fine, everything was mostly fine back...in their normal timeline? There wasn't even a longing -- like something was amiss or different.]
..Yeah.
[Now, in what he thinks looks perfectly normal and sound, he'll abruptly walk inside. It's not like he's mad or anything, he's just, uh, upset about reality or something.]
[ urgh. yeah, lance hecked that one up. he should've just kept it to the lights and leave it at that.
IT'S FINE, it's fine. keith just needs to cool off or wipe down a knife or something. lance will give him his space. he'll go play with junior for a bit with some garland or something! ]
[He's left on his own to contemplate the wonders of their universe. Maybe if they could rip the fabric, it'd spread their progress to every other timeline? At least they remained...friends? Between here and there. They're sharing some kind of bond either way which is reassuring. To some extent.
If only he had references. A way to research things further?? Another compelling reason to break into the institute....]
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.....
[He'll just uh, take up the task of winding tinsel around their porch banister things...]
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but at least keith is decorating. that's sort of a win, right? whatever the case, lance has finished stringing up the lights along the roof of their little tree house (don't ask how, maybe he stepped on the railings or something).
ah, but where is he gonna plug in the plug... ]
I wonder if they sell extension cords in Wyver...
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Just take one from the radio.
[His manmade radio that probably doesn't have the right plug and would require an adapter for Christmas-light use. He's sure there's an adapter somewhere, if it helps.]
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[ lance may not know a single thing about your radio ventures, but he at the very least knows it's important to you. hmph! ]
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[MOST SHOCKING ADMITTANCE OF 2017. It hasn't worked, and even if it did work, he shouldn't need to plug it in. It's a purposely-offhand comment as he finishes up on his end.]
You knew it didn't work...
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[ look, he gives you grief about your weird hobbies, but that doesn't mean he doesn't! believe! in you!! ]
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[He's confident for some reason....just pull the plug...]
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[ but.. ur dreamz.... ]
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[Like, he could keep tweaking it everyday...but he needs a break from that nonworking piece of shit.]
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I'll mess with it tomorrow, then. [ he's gonna just stretch his arms up high over his head, yawning around a groan. ] It's late anyway. I had to haggle with an old guy for those garlands, and man was he chatty. [ which is saying something, coming from him... ]
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That really is saying something, though. He's slightly impressed at that assessment.]
He was probably thinking the same thing about you.
[Heh heh heh...]
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What're you saying? I talk the regular amount, thanks!
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[Lance is always talking. All the time. Even in his sleep.]
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You know... all the time.
[ hmph ] You never complained before!
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[Pot, black, coffee, tea, asteroid, rocks...]
Don't think about it too much.
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[ that's a pretty easy request, t b h. ]
In any case... what do you think?
[ he holds his arms out towards their sorta-decorated tree house. ] Looks good, huh?
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Looks good.
[With a cheesy thumbs up.]
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It's getting a little easier, huh? To be comfortable here...
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[What an immediately distracting observation.]
It wasn't really uncomfortable....
[Ever, he means. With you. Here. In this tree.]
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He's thinking again, of being back with Voltron -- err, with the Blade, having no recollection of this place or his relationship with Lance. Which was fine, everything was mostly fine back...in their normal timeline? There wasn't even a longing -- like something was amiss or different.]
..Yeah.
[Now, in what he thinks looks perfectly normal and sound, he'll abruptly walk inside. It's not like he's mad or anything, he's just, uh, upset about reality or something.]
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IT'S FINE, it's fine. keith just needs to cool off or wipe down a knife or something. lance will give him his space. he'll go play with junior for a bit with some garland or something! ]
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If only he had references. A way to research things further?? Another compelling reason to break into the institute....]