[From the moment he'd been pried out of his pod -- no, probably more like, approximately twenty minutes or so since being pried from his pod, Keith was on the hunt for absolutely anything that made sense to his vaguely feral brain. For a great while, none of the other Paladins could be found and his connection to Red was all but null and void. He couldn't care less about his rations, nor the condition of his clothing; absolutely nothing made sense (despite the shoddy explanation he's only half-trusting) and at the same time, he'd resigned that maybe they were too slow. Maybe Zarkon won, or he was responsible for this in some way, meaning he was responsible too.
His frantic search -- for familiar faces, at least, came to an end at face of a hit-or-miss sharpshooter; this wasn't the first time they'd all been separated and...maybe that's all this was. No one else was to be found and with the temperature dropping, camp was agreed upon, rations and such were acknowledged, so on and so forth. He's only made aware of how tired he'd become after having a seat a few feet from their would-be fire. It's a mere pile of sticks at the moment, surrounded by a co-op'd ring of stone.
After spending a good part of his cast-away initiation completely frantic and ambling about, he's uncharacteristically complaisant, lowkey happy about his company for the time being, idly rifling through whatever nonsense clothing they managed to collect along the way.
[ that evening lance returns home to the relative quiet of the apartment, late enough that most lights are off, and every other occupant should be asleep. he smells vaguely of smoke, sweat, incense, and the slightest tinge of vanilla, and every sniff makes his nose wrinkle up in vivid, visceral flashbacks.
comparatively, it wasn't the worst night he's experienced since finding himself in the orbiter's... orbit. but it still ranks pretty high up there. while the mission itself could be considered a success, lance is heavily looking forward to peeling off his undercover outfit and soaking in the bath for four, maybe even five hours. with any luck, he'll be able to scrub at least the first layer of this entire evening off his skin.
as is typical of his luck, he doesn't even get much farther than the living room before all is plans go to heck. ]
—Sunny beach!! [ he falls back a step of two, hand hastily fumbling for the hallway light. it flicks on and his vision swims to a halt on the hunched figure on the floor. ] Keith?! What the heck!
except it isn't day right now, it's in fact the middle of the night, nearing the wee early hours of the next day, but here keith and lance are, trudging through the swampier parts of olympia's grasslands to try and document a native life-form that only (supposedly) shows up at night... there's no real evidence this creature exists; they're just going off of word-of-mouth, but it's apparently spread far enough that it warrants some actual investigating.
basically they're cryptid-hunting.
but in the midst of this, they come across a bunch of other animals. one of such happens to flutter over right towards them in the middle of their trek, a delicate-looking thing generating its own lime-green luminescence. it flutters past keith, who leads the way, and flutters towards lance, who perks up at the sight of it. ]
Keith... Keith, look! [ he lets out a giddy sound that definitely isn't a giggle, frantically trying to flag keith down with some flapping of his hands. he's standing super still, staring down at the tip of his nose, where the alien fire-fly has settled. ] I think it likes me!
[ he doesn't know what time it is he finally makes it home, because after so many hours stuck in virtual reality, actual reality just starts to blur into something just as unrecognizable. actually, it's probably more accurate to blame this all on the fact he isn't even really paying attention on his journey home, because as soon as he teleported back to olympia, his body just sort of kicked into autopilot.
he gets about as far as the living room, before all the aches and pains of the day (most all the remnants of one scuffle in particular) finally catch up to him, and he half-trips, half-flops onto the nearest available surface.
which just so happens to be a certain someone's bedcouch.
catch lance immediately falling asleep, face-first in the cushions, his clothes a slightly damp, slightly signed mess, hiding most (but not all) of the cuts and bruises (one a particularly deep gash along his left arm that is still bleeding slightly, despite his haphazard tourniquet) he managed to acquire in the span of one day.
[ HEY LOSER guess who's gonna randomly crash your Intense Training Session™ at the dojo today.
this guy right here.
fortunately, you seem to be the only one who'd be here at this weird hour (whatever hour that is), so you're spared feeling too embarrassed since he can't exactly make a scene if there's not an audience around to witness it.
but boy does he try. ]
Hey Keeeeeeeeeeith! Guess what I got!
[ he holds up a small bag in his hand, shaking the contents. all it does is make a small, rustling sound so. you know. good luck. ]
[ to lance's credit, he'd been behaving for at least the past twenty ticks. which is an all-time record high, all things considered, but they're just about encroaching on tick twenty-one, and he's feeling his energy and patience ebb away with each additional step.
keith will hear from a few feet behind him, the exact moment when lance has had Enough. ]
[ he's completely MIA for the better half of the day.
which probably matters way more to lance than to keith himself (or not, who knows, he's been surprised before), but that doesn't stop lance from feeling like an incredible heel as he races down the cobbled street of the neighborhood that winds down to their new, shoddy abode, each step punctuated by a sharp and laborious pant. he's completely out of breath by the time he gets to their place, meaning he barely has the strength nor the energy to make it up the crooked planks that act as their stairwell up into their tiny treehouse.
night has already fallen, making the space dark as he hastily stumbles in. ]
[ this time around, it had been lance obsessively ticking off the days on a little piece of paper beside their bed. he'd gone to bed that night after making sure he set his phone alarm, and when it goes off at 11:58 on the dot, he jolts up in bed, allows himself a few seconds to reorient himself, and then hastily begins shaking the shoulder of the boy curled up just beside him. ]
[ it's the middle of the night when keith will feel the bed shift beside him, lance suddenly pressing up from behind. it's not completely out of the ordinary, the spooning, but it isn't usually followed up with a gentle shake of keith's shoulders, and lance's mouth suddenly at his ear. ]
[ written on the front fold: FOR KEITH — OPEN ONLY WHEN YOU MISS ME.
the rest of the note: ]
dear keith,
if you're reading this, then it means either i've gone back to stasis, or you went into the wrong drawer in which case PUT THIS BACK, DON'T RUIN IT.
if it's the first one though, then i'm sorry. i'm sorry i'm gone. i was probably doing something super cool and impressive and heroic and totally necessary, but i know none of that really matters if you're suddenly all alone.
but i want you to know you're not. okay? you're not alone.
you've got junior, and jj and slaine and yona and crowley and all the other friends you've made, and all the other friends you'll continue to make. you'll be so loaded up in friends i won't even believe it when i come back that you'll be so mad you'll try and beat me up except you'll stop right before because you'll remember you like me and we'll laugh and have a good time.
so enjoy your new-found freedom for now! get in all the quiet and nature and training you never got to get enough of while i was around, because when i come back i'll have so many hugs and kisses and [censored in case little junior's try to read this] to catch up on that i won't even let you breathe!
in the meantime, take care of yourself. take care of junior. talk to your friends. and keep the bed warm for me, alright?
i'll be back. i love you.
forever yours, lancey lance
text; because i miss this cr so i thought of a way to bring it back
[What happens when two socially awkward mecha pilots have a bunch of shit go down in their lives? Well they drift apart, especially when both of them are shit at reaching out to others. It's after the most recent descent back the planet that Slaine finds himself thinking of Keith (nohomo) and on a whim stumbles across a few items that'd be in the other boy's interest. They're components for a radio. After all, they never had finished building the last one they'd started way back when.
Taking a chance, Slaine decides to shoot Keith a text because why the hell not? What's the worst that could happen?]
Hey Keith, how have you been? [Are you still alive...] I found some parts in Nadril so I was wondering if you were still interested in building a radio together?
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@ lance mclame
His frantic search -- for familiar faces, at least, came to an end at face of a hit-or-miss sharpshooter; this wasn't the first time they'd all been separated and...maybe that's all this was. No one else was to be found and with the temperature dropping, camp was agreed upon, rations and such were acknowledged, so on and so forth. He's only made aware of how tired he'd become after having a seat a few feet from their would-be fire. It's a mere pile of sticks at the moment, surrounded by a co-op'd ring of stone.
After spending a good part of his cast-away initiation completely frantic and ambling about, he's uncharacteristically complaisant, lowkey happy about his company for the time being, idly rifling through whatever nonsense clothing they managed to collect along the way.
Quietly.
Tiredly.
Good time for a song....]
rude...
i'm a rude dude with a bad attitude (are they gonna cuddle btw)
(do u want them to... can lance be big spoon.......)
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(kyaa... also sorry for the wait ;;)
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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text | un. altea (backdated 7/28)
username REDLIONRIGHTHAND
(u may need to change that username in the future keith.......)
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i'm laughing so much
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idk why i suddenly gave keith punctuation in texts. ig he's proper at alllura
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I MEAN maybe he's trying to make up for seeing her NAKED.
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DOES THAT COUNT AS NAKED THOUGH?
it's as close to seeing her naked as he'll ever get tbh!!!
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action | the same night as their respective red light district missions ig
comparatively, it wasn't the worst night he's experienced since finding himself in the orbiter's... orbit. but it still ranks pretty high up there. while the mission itself could be considered a success, lance is heavily looking forward to peeling off his undercover outfit and soaking in the bath for four, maybe even five hours. with any luck, he'll be able to scrub at least the first layer of this entire evening off his skin.
as is typical of his luck, he doesn't even get much farther than the living room before all is plans go to heck. ]
—Sunny beach!! [ he falls back a step of two, hand hastily fumbling for the hallway light. it flicks on and his vision swims to a halt on the hunched figure on the floor. ] Keith?! What the heck!
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action | time is a construct ok...
except it isn't day right now, it's in fact the middle of the night, nearing the wee early hours of the next day, but here keith and lance are, trudging through the swampier parts of olympia's grasslands to try and document a native life-form that only (supposedly) shows up at night... there's no real evidence this creature exists; they're just going off of word-of-mouth, but it's apparently spread far enough that it warrants some actual investigating.
basically they're cryptid-hunting.
but in the midst of this, they come across a bunch of other animals. one of such happens to flutter over right towards them in the middle of their trek, a delicate-looking thing generating its own lime-green luminescence. it flutters past keith, who leads the way, and flutters towards lance, who perks up at the sight of it. ]
Keith... Keith, look! [ he lets out a giddy sound that definitely isn't a giggle, frantically trying to flag keith down with some flapping of his hands. he's standing super still, staring down at the tip of his nose, where the alien fire-fly has settled. ] I think it likes me!
whoa...you did it
i did it out of guilt...
me too
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text;
Have you tried ignoring him?
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left in the middle of keith's sadguy couch sometime after tdm shenanigans
i see
action | almost immediately after all the tdm vr stuff
he gets about as far as the living room, before all the aches and pains of the day (most all the remnants of one scuffle in particular) finally catch up to him, and he half-trips, half-flops onto the nearest available surface.
which just so happens to be a certain someone's bedcouch.
catch lance immediately falling asleep, face-first in the cushions, his clothes a slightly damp, slightly signed mess, hiding most (but not all) of the cuts and bruises (one a particularly deep gash along his left arm that is still bleeding slightly, despite his haphazard tourniquet) he managed to acquire in the span of one day.
man.
being a hero is hard work. ]
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text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx
tubs of cheeseballs
[ because what is preamble. ]
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action | before the cheeseball thread you punk
this guy right here.
fortunately, you seem to be the only one who'd be here at this weird hour (whatever hour that is), so you're spared feeling too embarrassed since he can't exactly make a scene if there's not an audience around to witness it.
but boy does he try. ]
Hey Keeeeeeeeeeith! Guess what I got!
[ he holds up a small bag in his hand, shaking the contents. all it does is make a small, rustling sound so. you know. good luck. ]
its elastics
congrats you win nothing
as usual...
🎉
a...nacho?
no??? it's the :tada:
trolled
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text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx | 1/2
are you todays date?
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action | highwind hires - search & rescue
keith will hear from a few feet behind him, the exact moment when lance has had Enough. ]
Are we there yeeeeeeeet?
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action | oct. 23...
which probably matters way more to lance than to keith himself (or not, who knows, he's been surprised before), but that doesn't stop lance from feeling like an incredible heel as he races down the cobbled street of the neighborhood that winds down to their new, shoddy abode, each step punctuated by a sharp and laborious pant. he's completely out of breath by the time he gets to their place, meaning he barely has the strength nor the energy to make it up the crooked planks that act as their stairwell up into their tiny treehouse.
night has already fallen, making the space dark as he hastily stumbles in. ]
Keith? Keith, are you here??
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text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx
[ oHHHHHhhh how the tables have turned!! ]
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( text ) FROM: °˖✧♔KING JJ♔✧˖°
[ Is this a question or a statement. ]
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making mariah carey proud
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text; un: yona
i'm planning a party for slaine's birthday
it's in 10 days
you're invited!
text from REDLIONRIGHTHAND
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"january 1" @ 11:58:46
Keith! Keith, wake up!
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i think you dated this incorrectly
oh frick
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pls... just let me die...
can we pls say lance was wrong because hes bad at math
i guess................ hmph...
thats so funy
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ackshun ; idk, not too long after the newbies came in
Hey, Keith. You awake?
1/1 MIDNIGHT
let me live....
im glad u got the ref
hate u
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this thread is funny in retrospect
jerk
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A LETTER keith will probably find tucked into one of junior's blanket drawers
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text; because i miss this cr so i thought of a way to bring it back
Taking a chance, Slaine decides to shoot Keith a text because why the hell not? What's the worst that could happen?]
Hey Keith, how have you been? [Are you still alive...] I found some parts in Nadril so I was wondering if you were still interested in building a radio together?
[Do you wanna build a
snowmanradio...]HENLO
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voice, un: princessallura
Halloooo, is this Allura's sweet paramour?
[You practically can hear the heart emojis.]
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