[even though tone is difficult to read through text alone, she glares at the text, feeling as though this is disrespectful in some way, shape, or form. primarily due to the declarative exclamation point. but she shoves her phone in her pocket (because a princess should have dresses with pockets) and stays put, silently fuming.
so when Keith pops up behind her, breathing heavily and seeming to just have appeared out of nowhere, she's caught off-guard and nearly drops her crate of eggs, which she scrambles just in time to keep from actually falling.]
No! I did not. I only purchased the eggs.
I did not realize buying baking supplies was apparently so complicated.
[maybe if he sent more detailed text messages he wouldn't have had to come!]
[Breathing heavily with a pale skinny ass. It's Keith.]
It is. [Somewhere, there's a Hunk smiling for no reason. It's a quiet-yet-strained affirmation while taking a look-see at what she has, in fact purchased...which is just eggs.] You -- we probably should have startled with the candles.
[There, including himself is a little less...abrasive, right? He is at fault for not referring her elsewhere, but they've only got...eachother......really.
This is so serious.
Were he a gentleman, he'd offer to hold the egg carton for her. Since he's now being burden with Cake and Cake Accessories, he's racking his brain for something he's never actually done before: successfully baked a cake.]
So he's turning... [Uh.] ..it should be fine if we can find a one and two.
[sorry nope. joke has gone unexplained and now she just thinks human birthday customs are strange because why need candles representing the age of a person? isn't that usually something everyone in attendance knows. though, to be fair, she doesn't know how old Lance is.
and she's still holding the eggs. because SOMEONE hasn't offered to hold them for her. she probably should have grabbed a basket...]
I passed by a stall selling large scented ones, but I'm assuming those are not the sort that go on a cake.
[Wait until she finds out that there's an accompanying song.]
I don't think those are gonna work. [Just to clarify. Scents aside, the ones she has in mind are probably too thick. On the other hand, maybe the right ones will be over by the rest of the baking stuff? Wherever that may be...
He's just gonna start wandering off; traipsing in pursuit of a Certain Feeling is his specialty. He can't have eggs in hand inhibiting his perception.]
...quiznak, she kind of hates it when he goes off without a word, leaving her behind for a tick before she realizes he's gone off. she's stuck following him like a baby klanmurl would its mother.]
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so when Keith pops up behind her, breathing heavily and seeming to just have appeared out of nowhere, she's caught off-guard and nearly drops her crate of eggs, which she scrambles just in time to keep from actually falling.]
No! I did not. I only purchased the eggs.
I did not realize buying baking supplies was apparently so complicated.
[maybe if he sent more detailed text messages he wouldn't have had to come!]
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It is. [Somewhere, there's a Hunk smiling for no reason. It's a quiet-yet-strained affirmation while taking a look-see at what she has, in fact purchased...which is just eggs.] You -- we probably should have startled with the candles.
[There, including himself is a little less...abrasive, right? He is at fault for not referring her elsewhere, but they've only got...eachother......really.
This is so serious.
Were he a gentleman, he'd offer to hold the egg carton for her. Since he's now being burden with Cake and Cake Accessories, he's racking his brain for something he's never actually done before: successfully baked a cake.]
So he's turning... [Uh.] ..it should be fine if we can find a one and two.
[H-haha. Galra Keith is a riot.]
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but alas, his joke...if that was one, goes well over her head, because:]
Candles? What for?
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[It's a quick response, like every alien should know this kinda thing.]
They go on top of the cake, usually to represent how old the person is.
[He's successfully explained the joke, complete with a back-of-the-head scratch.]
Have you seen any around here?
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[sorry nope. joke has gone unexplained and now she just thinks human birthday customs are strange because why need candles representing the age of a person? isn't that usually something everyone in attendance knows. though, to be fair, she doesn't know how old Lance is.
and she's still holding the eggs. because SOMEONE hasn't offered to hold them for her. she probably should have grabbed a basket...]
I passed by a stall selling large scented ones, but I'm assuming those are not the sort that go on a cake.
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I don't think those are gonna work. [Just to clarify. Scents aside, the ones she has in mind are probably too thick. On the other hand, maybe the right ones will be over by the rest of the baking stuff? Wherever that may be...
He's just gonna start wandering off; traipsing in pursuit of a Certain Feeling is his specialty. He can't have eggs in hand inhibiting his perception.]
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...quiznak, she kind of hates it when he goes off without a word, leaving her behind for a tick before she realizes he's gone off. she's stuck following him like a baby klanmurl would its mother.]
Do you know where you're going?
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Force of habit. Not even princesses are exempt.]
Not really. [It's an immediate confession.....] I haven't been here before.
[He needs to be finagled into the baby klanmurl role. At least for now.]