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[ Of course she remembers! The implication that she doesn't almost makes her furrow her brow, but there's something.. warm, she would say, about how insistence on her going.
She tilts her head as well, her tilt being a little more dramatic, to match his. ]
It's goes without saying that Juvia will be coming with you.
She tilts her head as well, her tilt being a little more dramatic, to match his. ]
It's goes without saying that Juvia will be coming with you.
[ oh, right, breathing. funny how two seconds ago he wouldn't have even cared for it, but now that his lungs are finally filling with oxygen again he realizes that the lightheadedness he'd been feeling may not have entirely been from that kiss.
not to say that the kiss itself hadn't been amazing because, hey, wow, that happened and hey, wow, who knew it could be so great?
the stillness these few moments of (necessary) breathing offers them is dangerous. still enough to breathe, but still enough too to think. fortunately (?) for lance, his mind kickstarts into overdrive now that it's been given the chance, working now at 1,000 thoughts per minute (as opposed fo his usual 100), and truthfully having too many thoughts is essentially the same as having no thoughts at all, in that, in the end, nothing really gets done at all.
oh, but there are things he wants. past it all, he can feel the longing and desire for it — to touch and taste again, in any way possible. so while they breathe, his forehead finds keith's, and one hand trades a handful of dark hair to grasp one pale (with tanlines!) hand beneath the water, fingers interlaced, hands linked. and while the glitter light doesn't offer them too much to see with, he still tries to search out keith's own eyes amidst the dancing shadows.
of course it's lance to break the stillness in the end. ]
...This is okay, right?
not to say that the kiss itself hadn't been amazing because, hey, wow, that happened and hey, wow, who knew it could be so great?
the stillness these few moments of (necessary) breathing offers them is dangerous. still enough to breathe, but still enough too to think. fortunately (?) for lance, his mind kickstarts into overdrive now that it's been given the chance, working now at 1,000 thoughts per minute (as opposed fo his usual 100), and truthfully having too many thoughts is essentially the same as having no thoughts at all, in that, in the end, nothing really gets done at all.
oh, but there are things he wants. past it all, he can feel the longing and desire for it — to touch and taste again, in any way possible. so while they breathe, his forehead finds keith's, and one hand trades a handful of dark hair to grasp one pale (with tanlines!) hand beneath the water, fingers interlaced, hands linked. and while the glitter light doesn't offer them too much to see with, he still tries to search out keith's own eyes amidst the dancing shadows.
of course it's lance to break the stillness in the end. ]
...This is okay, right?
( ooc; apologies for the wait! rl kind of got away from me there... )
Are you kidding? You'd mop the entire ocean floor with me!
[ but his laughter that follows doesn't necessarily seem to imply he wouldn't agree to a waterlogged rematch. they're only about knee-deep into the water now, and once he's checked to make sure she's alright, he moves further in, eager to feel the water all over. ]
Man, this is wild... it even feels the same...
Are you kidding? You'd mop the entire ocean floor with me!
[ but his laughter that follows doesn't necessarily seem to imply he wouldn't agree to a waterlogged rematch. they're only about knee-deep into the water now, and once he's checked to make sure she's alright, he moves further in, eager to feel the water all over. ]
Man, this is wild... it even feels the same...
Hey, think of the upside, you might get cool prosthetic fingers.
[ it's. a joke. a bad one, but a joke nonetheless.
he lifts his eyebrows at Lance's sudden declaration, though whether it's because of the suddenness of it or the content, who knows!! ]
One person, ordering all this? [ apparently it's the latter, judging by the doubt in his tone. ] Nah, it's probably something like a birthday party, or an end-of-term school all-you-can-eat party. [ a pause. ] Do they even have schools here? I mean, they have to have schools, right?
[ feel free to leave him to ponder this on his own, Lance. ]
[ it's. a joke. a bad one, but a joke nonetheless.
he lifts his eyebrows at Lance's sudden declaration, though whether it's because of the suddenness of it or the content, who knows!! ]
One person, ordering all this? [ apparently it's the latter, judging by the doubt in his tone. ] Nah, it's probably something like a birthday party, or an end-of-term school all-you-can-eat party. [ a pause. ] Do they even have schools here? I mean, they have to have schools, right?
[ feel free to leave him to ponder this on his own, Lance. ]
( ooc; so sorry for the long wait! rl kind of ate me up for a bit there ;; )
I dunno... maybe it shouldn't be that strange. [ there is a small, nagging voice in the back of his mind — it's all too familiar, too close. almost too uncanny. as if it were too good to be true.
but they were thoughts better meant for a quieter time. alone, and not in the company of a friend. so he turns to her, brows lifting slightly at her tone. ]
Summer villa, huh...? Sounds fancy.
[ there's a light teasing in his tone, punctuated by the soft smile on his lips. ]
I dunno... maybe it shouldn't be that strange. [ there is a small, nagging voice in the back of his mind — it's all too familiar, too close. almost too uncanny. as if it were too good to be true.
but they were thoughts better meant for a quieter time. alone, and not in the company of a friend. so he turns to her, brows lifting slightly at her tone. ]
Summer villa, huh...? Sounds fancy.
[ there's a light teasing in his tone, punctuated by the soft smile on his lips. ]
[ this is the wooooooooorst he probably looks totally lame right now. god he hopes no one else is seeing this (spoiler: everyone within a mile radius heard him crying about it) but he's thankfully distracted from his self-conscious thoughts when you returns with—
a watermelon.
he spares a moment to stare at her incredulously, but you know what, at this point, what the hey. he chows down on the half piece, getting about 3/4ths of the way done before he can finally pull back with a loud sigh of relief. the entire lower half of his face is different shades of red — from the heat, from the watermelon.
he flops backwards onto the sand, arms spread out. ]
Holy crow... Did I just escape death?
a watermelon.
he spares a moment to stare at her incredulously, but you know what, at this point, what the hey. he chows down on the half piece, getting about 3/4ths of the way done before he can finally pull back with a loud sigh of relief. the entire lower half of his face is different shades of red — from the heat, from the watermelon.
he flops backwards onto the sand, arms spread out. ]
Holy crow... Did I just escape death?
Whaat, are ya telling me ya'd let me?
[R U A LIFEGUARD OR AREN'T U???]
[R U A LIFEGUARD OR AREN'T U???]
Hey, you just arrived. You've got time to find your place here too! And if you were real set on helping out people in your own world, I'm sure it won't be too hard for you to find a job like that here too.
[ rip him, but this is the life he chooses to live... ]
[ rip him, but this is the life he chooses to live... ]
A—
[ it's kind of surprisingly how rapidly lance's expression of worry shifts into one of utter exasperation. ]
Like a fight club?
[ look he's in with the times, okay, he knows what you crazy kids can get up to. ]
Wow, I, uh. Didn't know that was your scene...
[ it's kind of surprisingly how rapidly lance's expression of worry shifts into one of utter exasperation. ]
Like a fight club?
[ look he's in with the times, okay, he knows what you crazy kids can get up to. ]
Wow, I, uh. Didn't know that was your scene...
[ —oh.
oh weird. this... this almost never happens? he looks on in mute wonder for a moment, before his own lips start to spread into a wide smile. hey, it worked! ]
Like that, huh? Yeah, I'm kind of a riot...
[ oh no lux, now you've just gone and stroked his ego... ]
oh weird. this... this almost never happens? he looks on in mute wonder for a moment, before his own lips start to spread into a wide smile. hey, it worked! ]
Like that, huh? Yeah, I'm kind of a riot...
[ oh no lux, now you've just gone and stroked his ego... ]
[ and he doesn't!
not with lance's help, at least, whose hand remains steady and stable and flat along linneus' stomach. he keeps a careful watch, too, certainly close-by enough to offer further help should the other need it.
but so far? he's doing really well! ]
That's it, that's it... Just keep calm, let the water lift you. If you feel yourself starting to sink, you can start moving your arms and legs, just sort of gentle paddling? To give yourself enough momentum to keep afloat.
not with lance's help, at least, whose hand remains steady and stable and flat along linneus' stomach. he keeps a careful watch, too, certainly close-by enough to offer further help should the other need it.
but so far? he's doing really well! ]
That's it, that's it... Just keep calm, let the water lift you. If you feel yourself starting to sink, you can start moving your arms and legs, just sort of gentle paddling? To give yourself enough momentum to keep afloat.
[Were they not been immersed in the lagoon -- without it to smooth over the rough edges, Keith would've been more prone to shoving Lance off and calling it quits (even the pretty rocks don't stand a chance against Keith's bipolar outbursts of solitary confinement) -- asinine considering the last time they'd spent some time together. A lot of his thoughts are giant contradictions, though. All about teamwork for the Voltron but delving into interpersonal things beyond necessary is...
Tricky.
His hand eases off the rock, twining with Lance's automatically. A verbal response isn't so quick; Lance is right in front of him -- foreheads touching, even, but he's searching through the dim light, focused on his eyes (kinda) but trying to look beyond--]
I don't know-?!
[It's kneejerk, slightly concerned but likely not enough to undo any progress here. He'll draw his lower lip in, chewing at it awkwardly while moving his hand to Lance's ear (from his hair), toying lightly along the edge of that shell.]
Don't ask me.
[???????????]
Tricky.
His hand eases off the rock, twining with Lance's automatically. A verbal response isn't so quick; Lance is right in front of him -- foreheads touching, even, but he's searching through the dim light, focused on his eyes (kinda) but trying to look beyond--]
I don't know-?!
[It's kneejerk, slightly concerned but likely not enough to undo any progress here. He'll draw his lower lip in, chewing at it awkwardly while moving his hand to Lance's ear (from his hair), toying lightly along the edge of that shell.]
Don't ask me.
[???????????]
[ talk about your mixed signals...
everything about this is so tenuous, encroaching onto new and exciting (but all the more frightening for it) territory, that it truly is a blessing in disguise that it's all coming to fruition under the cozy haze of this lagoon. a metaphorical balm to the slight sting of keith's verbal withdrawal (a sting that certainly would have hit harder had most of his nerves not already been calmed by the warmth of the lagoon, the finger along his ear, the hand still holding his own just as easily). it keeps his own words a little milder, dulled. ]
...Who else am I supposed to ask...
[ there are little distractions — that tracing finger, the movement of keith's lower lip between his teeth — and he feels a tug to just indulge in them. but there persists a quiet voice in the back of his mind — they should talk about this, shouldn't they? prompto said pretending like these things never happened... that's the greater mistake, isn't it? ]
everything about this is so tenuous, encroaching onto new and exciting (but all the more frightening for it) territory, that it truly is a blessing in disguise that it's all coming to fruition under the cozy haze of this lagoon. a metaphorical balm to the slight sting of keith's verbal withdrawal (a sting that certainly would have hit harder had most of his nerves not already been calmed by the warmth of the lagoon, the finger along his ear, the hand still holding his own just as easily). it keeps his own words a little milder, dulled. ]
...Who else am I supposed to ask...
[ there are little distractions — that tracing finger, the movement of keith's lower lip between his teeth — and he feels a tug to just indulge in them. but there persists a quiet voice in the back of his mind — they should talk about this, shouldn't they? prompto said pretending like these things never happened... that's the greater mistake, isn't it? ]
[ he grins at her. ]
Good. Just making sure.
[ he knows swimming isn't as big a deal for her as it is for him, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't want to share the experience with her, regardless. so he stands in front of her, hands at his hips, chest puffed out. ]
Alright, I'm ready. Bubble me up!
Good. Just making sure.
[ he knows swimming isn't as big a deal for her as it is for him, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't want to share the experience with her, regardless. so he stands in front of her, hands at his hips, chest puffed out. ]
Alright, I'm ready. Bubble me up!
((OOC: Np! It does that sometimes...))
[Mipha hangs back a little, letting the waves lap up over her skin. It's different than the fresh water she's used to from the Zora domain, but it's a welcoming change, still familiar enough to be comforting.
Normally one might say something like, 'did you expect it to be different?' but Mipha can understand the surprise.]
I understand what you mean... Everything else is so different at times, you almost expect this to be so too, but... I'm glad. It's a little more like being home, in a way. [She watches the waves a moment before turning her attention back to Lance.]
What did you used to do for fun at the ocean?
[Mipha hangs back a little, letting the waves lap up over her skin. It's different than the fresh water she's used to from the Zora domain, but it's a welcoming change, still familiar enough to be comforting.
Normally one might say something like, 'did you expect it to be different?' but Mipha can understand the surprise.]
I understand what you mean... Everything else is so different at times, you almost expect this to be so too, but... I'm glad. It's a little more like being home, in a way. [She watches the waves a moment before turning her attention back to Lance.]
What did you used to do for fun at the ocean?
[he is worried that a lot of this... success is down to Lance's help, and that it's not the water lifting him so much as the boy's steadying hand on his stomach... but he nods as much as he can from his current position]
Okay...
[okay, he can do this. Not so sure how to go about moving his legs just yet but he can paddle a bit with his hands, trying resist the urge to sort of push himself further up in the water. That will probably not do much to help him]
How should I move my legs?
[it feels like they're only going to weigh him down once he changes his balance]
((Mental image))
Okay...
[okay, he can do this. Not so sure how to go about moving his legs just yet but he can paddle a bit with his hands, trying resist the urge to sort of push himself further up in the water. That will probably not do much to help him]
How should I move my legs?
[it feels like they're only going to weigh him down once he changes his balance]
((Mental image))
[There's a sigh -- and he's probably too close to Lance at the moment to be sighing like that, but he does it anyway because he's rude.]
How should I know-?
[If only the lagoon had magical properties in How To Speak To Someone And Be Nice At The Same Time as opposed to Horny Powers -- though those could arguably turn into the sameish thing. A hobgoblin like Keith just needs more. Uh. Help. Similarly, it'd be much easier for him to press on with the more physical aspect of whatever's going on here, standoffish(?) as he's being at the moment. He's like a golden retriever that's just been brushed for the first time.]
I don't know anything about this or what you want me to say.
[Whenever Keith's forced into an uncomfortable situation that's barely uncomfortable (they're pretty mutual in being gay at the moment), read as, Keith just needs to be difficult.]
But, [Eyes downward now; the dark haze isn't helping to make this any easier.] it's...fine, right?
[Doing this. Proceeding, even.]
How should I know-?
[If only the lagoon had magical properties in How To Speak To Someone And Be Nice At The Same Time as opposed to Horny Powers -- though those could arguably turn into the sameish thing. A hobgoblin like Keith just needs more. Uh. Help. Similarly, it'd be much easier for him to press on with the more physical aspect of whatever's going on here, standoffish(?) as he's being at the moment. He's like a golden retriever that's just been brushed for the first time.]
I don't know anything about this or what you want me to say.
[Whenever Keith's forced into an uncomfortable situation that's barely uncomfortable (they're pretty mutual in being gay at the moment), read as, Keith just needs to be difficult.]
But, [Eyes downward now; the dark haze isn't helping to make this any easier.] it's...fine, right?
[Doing this. Proceeding, even.]
[ they're probably too close for this too, but lance still attempts to give keith a dry look regardless. ]
How should I know, [ he responds in a similarly dry tone, but it's definitely not as antagonistic as keith's own knee-jerk response had been. if anything, it's just exasperated, but lance realizes maybe the reason they both don't really know how to respond is because they're both just waiting for the other to make some sort of decision.
and maybe that's asking a little too much of them now.
so he tries to dial it back a bit, tries to reassess. prompto had told him that people like keith — they do better with action than words. so in that case... ]
It feels fine.
[ perhaps he should let his actions do the talking instead, shifting his hand from keith's hair down to the curve of his jaw. let his fingers trace the line there like his hand just moments earlier, draw the pad of his thumb along the lower lip he'd just been abusing. the corner there where upper and lower meet is where he presses a soft kiss, lingering just close enough in case he's allowed any more. ]
Right?
How should I know, [ he responds in a similarly dry tone, but it's definitely not as antagonistic as keith's own knee-jerk response had been. if anything, it's just exasperated, but lance realizes maybe the reason they both don't really know how to respond is because they're both just waiting for the other to make some sort of decision.
and maybe that's asking a little too much of them now.
so he tries to dial it back a bit, tries to reassess. prompto had told him that people like keith — they do better with action than words. so in that case... ]
It feels fine.
[ perhaps he should let his actions do the talking instead, shifting his hand from keith's hair down to the curve of his jaw. let his fingers trace the line there like his hand just moments earlier, draw the pad of his thumb along the lower lip he'd just been abusing. the corner there where upper and lower meet is where he presses a soft kiss, lingering just close enough in case he's allowed any more. ]
Right?
[And that's what causes him to flare up; maybe because of the calculated tenderness, or because Lance is holding more of a presence through the affection; talking. There's a quick nod and his own hand drops to the crook of his neck, treading the bend there with the palm of his tanlined hand.]
Right.
[As soon as the corner of his mouth became the focal point, the abuse ceased and a purse was reciprocated. It happens again, of his own volition, turning toward him for fuller contact, initiating another short kiss.]
...You're fine with it?
[Belatedly, like, probably something he could have checked on prior to any of this, but he didn't have an opportunity to jack the question until now. Lance's fault.]
Right.
[As soon as the corner of his mouth became the focal point, the abuse ceased and a purse was reciprocated. It happens again, of his own volition, turning toward him for fuller contact, initiating another short kiss.]
...You're fine with it?
[Belatedly, like, probably something he could have checked on prior to any of this, but he didn't have an opportunity to jack the question until now. Lance's fault.]
Hmm, true true. Though I'm mostly lucky in that regard. [ The smile she gives him this time is a lot more subdued. ] My Boss came with me, so there's that. [ A beat, then: ] Though it's only been a few days and I'm already tired of cleaning the toilet for him.
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