[ his hands lift in that universal gesture of alright alright calm down, don't kill me and his shoulders lift in a casual enough manner that he hopes fully conveys how little a deal he's willing to make it. he was just curious okay... but he'll also probably take care to make sure the guy doesn't accidentally drown. cuz he's nice like that.
in any case, he only shifts a little when keith nudges him, turning an arched brow his way. ]
Making me the guinea pig?
[ not that he seems to mind, he's already drawing closer. but he's waving keith along too. ]
C'mon, we'll just sink out legs in by the edge. See how the temperature treats us first.
[Implying Lance would let him be the guinea pig when he was the pioneer of this whole operation. . .]
You know that's not what I meant.
[He'll join Lance's side, more or less. The rocks feel weird under his feet -- they're big and smooth enough that they aren't painful to tread, but it's different. His plan doesn't sound to shabby, either. If anything bad were lurking about, at least they won't have been fully submerged...ahem.]
[ lance knows, but what's the fun in always acting like he does?
anyway, the water is nice and cool — just a touch above lukewarm, so it's not chilly but it's also not, like. gross. as soon as he sits down by the edge and sinks his legs in, from the knee-down, he marvels at how the glittering light now plays over his own skin now that they're so much closer. ]
Whoa, look, [ he holds his hands out, leaning just enough that he can nudge keith with an elbow, ] I'm like a unicorn!
[Keith finds a place beside Lance, letting his feet sink in, prepared for something way cooler. It's a nice, welcome change.
Not that the marsh was cold?! He also wouldn't voluntarily swim in it. It's complicated. Either way, his calves go under, automatically swinging in the warmth of the lagoon...]
Huh?
[99.5% of Lance's excited declarations are met with such a response. He's looking, watching, sees the glitter; it's happening on his own skin too.
[ except it's, like. the only thing that matters. but anyway, stop ruining his unicorn-related dreams, you punk. lance is already sulking, pouting like a child, but just as he's about to hide his glitter-unicorn-hands in his armpits (like an adult), he happens to catch sight of keith's own hands and— ]
Pfffbbbftfthtt!! Are those tan lines?
[ he doesn't even warn keith before suddenly grabbing up one of the boy's hands, holding it up between them, turning it over and — yep. ]
[What...else...could possibly make a unicorn? The wings? Their hooves are probably normal. He's frowning a bit, overthinking right up until Lance decides to spotlight his beautiful, dainty, delicate hands.
Which absolutely have tanlines from being a perpetual glove-wearer. There's one of those Keith Gasps and he's quickly drawing his hands away -- though he should've just shoved him into the lagoon?!]
[In he goes, swallowed by the glitter lagoon for all of five seconds. He's surfacing in a hurry, even if it isn't all unpleasant.
Except that his towel's soaked..and floating away.]
Lance!
[I'm sorry, did someone order that scene from the Lion King where Simba pulls Nala into the water? It isn't a perfect replica, because he has to grab Lance by his wrists to hoist him in and lions do not have wrists, or hands, but retribution is happening.]
[ rip towel, we knew you well. and look, it could have been worse. it could have been your swimtrunks.
anyway, lance is mid-laugh of triumph by the time keith returns to exact justice on his behalf, which means when lance gets tugged in he winds up swallowing maybe half the lagoon in the process. his resurfacing is less than graceful, half-parts garbled squawking and half-parts incredulous flailing. you'd think the boy's never been in water before with the way he scrambles towards the rocks, clinging along the edges of it to stay afloat. then again, it could all be due to all that lagoon water he just swallowed. ]
Dude, [ he half-gasps, half-wheezes out, ] not cool!
[ never mind the fact that he, you know, did it to you first...... ]
[Now see, all of that's Lance's fault. He should've anticipated swift, divine retribution. Lance is lucky Keith doesn't try holding him under/in place like a real sociopath -- since he's not one, but some people are sick...]
You're way overreacting.
[He seems amused, on the other hand. Not Ha Ha amused, but pleased with himself. Lance behaving like a frightened capuchin monkey helps.]
You did it first, anyway.
[As a reminder. He'll slowly swim backwards with that, adapting pretty quickly -- like Bear Grylls, affording him more space if he'd like to jump back in without worry of being assaulted.]
[ lance doesn't bother to dispute any of those points because they are 100% accurate. still, he feels the need to do something back, which explains the faint splash of water he sends keith's way, who is luckily already backing away that most of the droplets don't even reach him.
anyway, lance is still mostly in the water, he's just sort of hanging onto the rocks like he'd suddenly forgotten how to work this dagnabbed water thing. but after a second to let his heart calm, he finally takes the time to appreciate the water, slowly drifting away from the edge to do an idle lap around the area. a few times he dips his head down only to resurface again; he does it a total of three times, each subsequent time spent longer submerged than before. by his third one, he winds up close to where keith is, water dripping down all over his face. ]
I keep trying to find where the light's coming from. [ something's gotta be reflecting all this glitter light, right? ] It's so trippy.
[For a second there, he was prepared to call bullshit on Lance's swimming history. He settles quickly enough, and Keith's happy to watch him otter about the place -- even with the splash attack precursor.]
I thought it was coming from the moon.
[Similarly, Keith looks a bit like a wet mop. His bangs are nearly veiling his eyes -- nearly. He's only slightly swept them to the side like a proper emo. His eyes settle skyward, veil or not, and the moon isn't in immediate view...
[ but honestly what does lance know. this is sounding more and more like a "hunk and pidge" question, and he spares a moment to be sad the two aren't awake to be able to experience this with them. anyway, it's a good thing his curiosity isn't quite as insistent; at the very least, he's able to be content with an answer of "/waves hands around vaguely, magic" and be done with it. deciding he's spent a sufficient enough time trying to pursue this intellectual matter, he'll quickly turn his attention back to simply enjoying the setting itself. wherever the weird light is coming from, it's interesting to watch it play with the water and create fun light reflections along the walls, keith's face. he actually snickers a little, because in this lighting, with keith's hair like that, ]
You look like a drowned highland cow.
[ without even thinking about it he reaches forward, quietly combing keith's fringe back instead of to the side. his hand stalls almost immediately after exposing keith's forehead, the sudden sight of it reminding him of a certain other forehead, where a certain other pair of lips had kissed once.
he blinks, and hastily draws his hand away. ]
It's probably a good thing we got here so late. [ he'll just... dog-paddle away now... treating himself to another lap around, yep. ] I bet it doesn't look as good during the day.
[He shrugs; it was a shoddy explanation to start with.]
It was sunny earlier today.
[More than that, how did the rocks -- jewels? Capture that energy. Rocks can definitely get hot..of course, but storing it is something different entirely, right? Isn't that why solar panels are so expensive? Because they're technical and awful?
Whatevs. He's pulled out of his scientific thoughts when Lance likens him to a cow.]
You look like a ferret.
[It's not as angry of a retort as he'd like for it to have been; his forehead's being exposed and it...never is...the whole thing happens with a jarringly tender gesture (don't call him a cow and then slick his bangs back?!
Whatever. He takes off pretty quickly and Keith sinks down a bit, like an alligator with just it's eyes and nose exposed. It's gotta be much plainer -- ordinary of a setting during daylight.
[ while keith alligators around, lance will fully otter by slipping onto his back, letting the non-existent currant of the lagoon lazily spin him around. he's near spread-eagle, the only parts of him not submerged in the water his feet and his face from the ears forward, eyes directed up towards the little opening where stars dot up the sky. spread out at his sides, his fingers twitch, recalling the faint heat coming off of keith's skin when he brushed his hair back. ]
Still, [ he finally speaks up, after way too long a pause between their words that it really makes no sense that he should be continuing the line of conversation like he is. ] I think I'd like to try coming back some other time...
[Keith can only alligator-idle in one place for so long. He eventually shifts forward -- err, toward Lance. He's thinking of different ways to hassle him, though as he nears, he kind of doesn't want to anymore?
Could be because of the ambiance, or maybe because he's found his towel floating along the way.]
Yeah, [After pulling his head up, of course, busily squashing his soaked towel onto a pizza ball and tossing it to an edge of the lagoon.] if we can get here without walking all day.
[After walking all day, however, this is a great place to end up. It's warm and naturally calming. He doesn't even want to wedgie Lance anymore; splash him, dunk him. He just wants to kinda...watch him, mutually appreciate a calm place for a change.
Or, on the other hand...]
We don't...have to go back.
[Remember that mermaid episode? Keith's kind of like the mermaid episode right now.]
[ what? he's a secret sea monster that wants to mind-control and eat everybody? that's not romantic at all... ]
We can't stay here forever, [ lance argues, except he isn't really arguing, more just stating the facts. there's no real source of food, and who knows if this water is drinkable, besides where are they gonna sleep and how's lance supposed to get his natural amount of vitamin d??
but even though that isn't at all what keith means (and lance knows it), there is unquestionably a nice sound to it... it's nice here, peaceful in a way that doesn't make lance a little stir-crazy or restless.
his ears ring a little. we, we. lance had been careful not to insinuate when he mentioned coming back, and there's a strange sense of relief and swell of excitement upon hearing keith's ready acceptance. we, we.
he looks to keith then, feeling a spike of desperation for something else to think about. ]
[If they were on earth, it'd be easy. He'd done it, though the scenery that came with his cabin wasn't so...glittery. Calming on most days, but not like this. Without any serious obligation, why couldn't they just make do here? Figure it out as they go? Sure, Shiro and the rest were locked away in Stasis, so that much isn't a lot different from when he went into isolation, and they may not know a whole lot about this planet as it were, but...
It isn't like they're gaining much clarity back in the city either. If it can be considered as such. Patrolling the red light district isn't exactly his favorite thing, and he hasn't been able to make progress on his own. Lance likes it here enough, but at the end of the day, he's a social creature. A minor 'con' as far as he's aware.]
If we're stuck here, we should settle somewhere that's nice, that's all.
[We-ing out the wazoo.]
Until we can figure out how to get back to Earth.
[And start from scratch, maybe regroup as Paladins, because who the eff knows what's really happened to the universe.
[ it's fortunate someone's thinking along these lines, actually, because lance definitely isn't. it's hard to tell if allura is, either, or if she is simply reeling from yet another planet's (planets) destruction and throwing herself into the busywork of the day-to-day just so she wouldn't have to think about it. lance had always meant to ask, but he never quite knew how to, plus it would mean he'd have to slow down and start thinking about his own feelings regarding the matter, and he's as much a creature not inclined to dwell on the negative stuff as she is social.
which means here he is, forced (ish) to confront the grim truth of their situation, by actually being made to think it may not be the actual truth after all.
he sits up — or tries to, but considering he's in water all he does is shift back down so that he's treading once more, turning towards keith with a mildly wary look. ]
You don't think the stuff about the Storm is real?
[ as soon as he says it, it makes sense. of the lot of them, keith would be more inclined to question, to wonder. it's just funny that lance is hearing it for the first time now, in the same breath that keith himself is actually starting to... sound more accepting of their fate. whatever fate that is. ]
[It could be because their matter of conversation could be considered controversial and he's not yet versed himself in this planet's method of eavesdropping -- isolated as they are, but once Lance rights himself, he's moving in closer to further their conversation.]
You thought it was?
[The plan was to behave enough to figure out what's going on with Red, then scope things out from the vantage of...well, Red. Having the Castle of Lions back would be equally as important, but that isn't even his.
Either way, it's not a condescending retort. Like when you're the first of your age group to realize Santa's not real, and the fact that the rest of your peers are finding out later in life -- not like that. It's honest, because maybe he's missing something. Lance maybe hasn't have... the best sense of reality based on past missions, but that doesn't exactly invalidate his thoughts.
I mean, maybe it would outside of their little pool.]
It just seems too sudden. [Just to elaborate, lest his answer sound too much like that's just what I think because I'm uncomfortable here, weh weh.] I've woken up on other planets before, but not like this.
[ lance looks down at the water between them, ripples growing more prominent as keith draws closer. close enough now that he could reach out and touch the other boy, and he recognizes a sudden strange urge to. as if needing that piece of contact just to help ground himself, when all that's holding him up right now is strange, glowing water. ]
I don't know, I... [ he licks his lips, trying to parse through his own thoughts. ] I mean they had my mom, you know? I saw her, after so long, and...
[ he grows quiet, brow furrowing. had he been blinded? too distracted by the sight of a loved one he'd been aching for since their first mission to notice everything else that'd felt just a little bit too off?
except that wasn't right, either, was it? he'd started to see things. little things. ]
I mean... I guess I always thought it was kinda weird how so much of what we're finding here is so familiar... [ the universe is way too big, as they've been finding, for such similarities to be a coincidence, right? ]
I met one of the Orbiters, too. My first day on the station... He was, like. Studying us.
[ he makes a face, shuddering under the water. his hands come up, wrapping around his arms in a self-hug. ]
[The stasis unit is something he's had most difficulty wrapping his head around. At the same time, he's had to stave so many newcomers from freaking out in there. So many meaning like, two, but that's a lot for Keith to recover from okay. The whole thing (re: Lance's momtalk) makes him think of the spiders, even as Lance presses on about similarities.
He mentally rejoins the conversation when he brings up Orbiters. Information he hadn't known -- why did they wait to have this conversation again? On one hand, maybe the guy Lance saw was just a doctor-type, making sure everyone was fine, on the other hand...gross.
He opens his mouth to press further, quieted by his non-PG statement. Or maybe it is PG? Either way, he reaches forward and rests a hand against the paladin's shoulder. There's a squeeze of reassurance. At least they're together?]
I know it does, but...
[A lil shoulder squeeze is creeping up the crook off his neck, settling on his jaw a short stretch beneath an ear.]
We can't talk about this stuff back there.
[You know, if they decide to go back. For groceries. Until they figure out how to live off the hand like cavepeople.]
[ keith's hand slips up along his neck and jaw just as he manages to swallow around a knot in his throat. there is another shudder, but this one has considerably less to do with their topic of conversation than the first had. ]
What are we supposed to do? [ they aren't a complete team, and if they're caught snooping around, who knows how that might affect those of them that are still asleep. more and more, keith's idea to remain here &mdasg; where he's truly beginning to feel cut off from the rest, truly hidden from prying eyes and piqued ears — is sounding really, really tempting. ]
We can't leave Allura. [ right, right... despite how it feels in this moment, how that strange bottom light seems to highlight the two fot hem, just the two of them — it would be remiss of them both to think it's really all that simple. ] And the mice... and our friends...
[ he looks around, quietly leaning into the hand at his jaw. ]
But we could come back here... Whenever we need to — talk. [ or you know... whatever else they might happen to do... ]
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in any case, he only shifts a little when keith nudges him, turning an arched brow his way. ]
Making me the guinea pig?
[ not that he seems to mind, he's already drawing closer. but he's waving keith along too. ]
C'mon, we'll just sink out legs in by the edge. See how the temperature treats us first.
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You know that's not what I meant.
[He'll join Lance's side, more or less. The rocks feel weird under his feet -- they're big and smooth enough that they aren't painful to tread, but it's different. His plan doesn't sound to shabby, either. If anything bad were lurking about, at least they won't have been fully submerged...ahem.]
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anyway, the water is nice and cool — just a touch above lukewarm, so it's not chilly but it's also not, like. gross. as soon as he sits down by the edge and sinks his legs in, from the knee-down, he marvels at how the glittering light now plays over his own skin now that they're so much closer. ]
Whoa, look, [ he holds his hands out, leaning just enough that he can nudge keith with an elbow, ] I'm like a unicorn!
[ because they glitter right... ]
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Not that the marsh was cold?! He also wouldn't voluntarily swim in it. It's complicated. Either way, his calves go under, automatically swinging in the warmth of the lagoon...]
Huh?
[99.5% of Lance's excited declarations are met with such a response. He's looking, watching, sees the glitter; it's happening on his own skin too.
Rodeos, unicorns.....]
Where's the horn-?
[HOW FORWARD.]
i told you i'd do it...
[ except it's, like. the only thing that matters. but anyway, stop ruining his unicorn-related dreams, you punk. lance is already sulking, pouting like a child, but just as he's about to hide his glitter-unicorn-hands in his armpits (like an adult), he happens to catch sight of keith's own hands and— ]
Pfffbbbftfthtt!! Are those tan lines?
[ he doesn't even warn keith before suddenly grabbing up one of the boy's hands, holding it up between them, turning it over and — yep. ]
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Which absolutely have tanlines from being a perpetual glove-wearer. There's one of those Keith Gasps and he's quickly drawing his hands away -- though he should've just shoved him into the lagoon?!]
Big deal! I wear gloves-!
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Shut up, I was distracted!
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By the siren's call of hygiene!
[ anyway he hates you keith, guess you're going into the lagoon first— ]
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[Nevermind. That's true, he was.]
Whatever, you'd have them too if you wore g--
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Except that his towel's soaked..and floating away.]
Lance!
[I'm sorry, did someone order that scene from the Lion King where Simba pulls Nala into the water? It isn't a perfect replica, because he has to grab Lance by his wrists to hoist him in and lions do not have wrists, or hands, but retribution is happening.]
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anyway, lance is mid-laugh of triumph by the time keith returns to exact justice on his behalf, which means when lance gets tugged in he winds up swallowing maybe half the lagoon in the process. his resurfacing is less than graceful, half-parts garbled squawking and half-parts incredulous flailing. you'd think the boy's never been in water before with the way he scrambles towards the rocks, clinging along the edges of it to stay afloat. then again, it could all be due to all that lagoon water he just swallowed. ]
Dude, [ he half-gasps, half-wheezes out, ] not cool!
[ never mind the fact that he, you know, did it to you first...... ]
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You're way overreacting.
[He seems amused, on the other hand. Not Ha Ha amused, but pleased with himself. Lance behaving like a frightened capuchin monkey helps.]
You did it first, anyway.
[As a reminder. He'll slowly swim backwards with that, adapting pretty quickly -- like Bear Grylls, affording him more space if he'd like to jump back in without worry of being assaulted.]
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anyway, lance is still mostly in the water, he's just sort of hanging onto the rocks like he'd suddenly forgotten how to work this dagnabbed water thing. but after a second to let his heart calm, he finally takes the time to appreciate the water, slowly drifting away from the edge to do an idle lap around the area. a few times he dips his head down only to resurface again; he does it a total of three times, each subsequent time spent longer submerged than before. by his third one, he winds up close to where keith is, water dripping down all over his face. ]
I keep trying to find where the light's coming from. [ something's gotta be reflecting all this glitter light, right? ] It's so trippy.
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I thought it was coming from the moon.
[Similarly, Keith looks a bit like a wet mop. His bangs are nearly veiling his eyes -- nearly. He's only slightly swept them to the side like a proper emo. His eyes settle skyward, veil or not, and the moon isn't in immediate view...
So maybe it's the stars?]
Or...solar power?
that icon is deceptively cute...
[ but honestly what does lance know. this is sounding more and more like a "hunk and pidge" question, and he spares a moment to be sad the two aren't awake to be able to experience this with them. anyway, it's a good thing his curiosity isn't quite as insistent; at the very least, he's able to be content with an answer of "/waves hands around vaguely, magic" and be done with it. deciding he's spent a sufficient enough time trying to pursue this intellectual matter, he'll quickly turn his attention back to simply enjoying the setting itself. wherever the weird light is coming from, it's interesting to watch it play with the water and create fun light reflections along the walls, keith's face. he actually snickers a little, because in this lighting, with keith's hair like that, ]
You look like a drowned highland cow.
[ without even thinking about it he reaches forward, quietly combing keith's fringe back instead of to the side. his hand stalls almost immediately after exposing keith's forehead, the sudden sight of it reminding him of a certain other forehead, where a certain other pair of lips had kissed once.
he blinks, and hastily draws his hand away. ]
It's probably a good thing we got here so late. [ he'll just... dog-paddle away now... treating himself to another lap around, yep. ] I bet it doesn't look as good during the day.
"deceptively"
It was sunny earlier today.
[More than that, how did the rocks -- jewels? Capture that energy. Rocks can definitely get hot..of course, but storing it is something different entirely, right? Isn't that why solar panels are so expensive? Because they're technical and awful?
Whatevs. He's pulled out of his scientific thoughts when Lance likens him to a cow.]
You look like a ferret.
[It's not as angry of a retort as he'd like for it to have been; his forehead's being exposed and it...never is...the whole thing happens with a jarringly tender gesture (don't call him a cow and then slick his bangs back?!
Whatever. He takes off pretty quickly and Keith sinks down a bit, like an alligator with just it's eyes and nose exposed. It's gotta be much plainer -- ordinary of a setting during daylight.
Maybe nightswimming isn't so bad after all.]
i said what i said
Still, [ he finally speaks up, after way too long a pause between their words that it really makes no sense that he should be continuing the line of conversation like he is. ] I think I'd like to try coming back some other time...
[ idly, he flexes his hand. ]
I like it here.
hmm...
Could be because of the ambiance, or maybe because he's found his towel floating along the way.]
Yeah, [After pulling his head up, of course, busily squashing his soaked towel onto a
pizzaball and tossing it to an edge of the lagoon.] if we can get here without walking all day.[After walking all day, however, this is a great place to end up. It's warm and naturally calming. He doesn't even want to wedgie Lance anymore; splash him, dunk him. He just wants to kinda...watch him, mutually appreciate a calm place for a change.
Or, on the other hand...]
We don't...have to go back.
[Remember that mermaid episode? Keith's kind of like the mermaid episode right now.]
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We can't stay here forever, [ lance argues, except he isn't really arguing, more just stating the facts. there's no real source of food, and who knows if this water is drinkable, besides where are they gonna sleep and how's lance supposed to get his natural amount of vitamin d??
but even though that isn't at all what keith means (and lance knows it), there is unquestionably a nice sound to it... it's nice here, peaceful in a way that doesn't make lance a little stir-crazy or restless.
his ears ring a little. we, we. lance had been careful not to insinuate when he mentioned coming back, and there's a strange sense of relief and swell of excitement upon hearing keith's ready acceptance. we, we.
he looks to keith then, feeling a spike of desperation for something else to think about. ]
What were you thinking?
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It isn't like they're gaining much clarity back in the city either. If it can be considered as such. Patrolling the red light district isn't exactly his favorite thing, and he hasn't been able to make progress on his own. Lance likes it here enough, but at the end of the day, he's a social creature. A minor 'con' as far as he's aware.]
If we're stuck here, we should settle somewhere that's nice, that's all.
[We-ing out the wazoo.]
Until we can figure out how to get back to Earth.
[And start from scratch, maybe regroup as Paladins, because who the eff knows what's really happened to the universe.
Domestic AU.....]
is that texan keith
which means here he is, forced (ish) to confront the grim truth of their situation, by actually being made to think it may not be the actual truth after all.
he sits up — or tries to, but considering he's in water all he does is shift back down so that he's treading once more, turning towards keith with a mildly wary look. ]
You don't think the stuff about the Storm is real?
[ as soon as he says it, it makes sense. of the lot of them, keith would be more inclined to question, to wonder. it's just funny that lance is hearing it for the first time now, in the same breath that keith himself is actually starting to... sound more accepting of their fate. whatever fate that is. ]
how could you tell
You thought it was?
[The plan was to behave enough to figure out what's going on with Red, then scope things out from the vantage of...well, Red. Having the Castle of Lions back would be equally as important, but that isn't even his.
Either way, it's not a condescending retort. Like when you're the first of your age group to realize Santa's not real, and the fact that the rest of your peers are finding out later in life -- not like that. It's honest, because maybe he's missing something. Lance maybe hasn't have... the best sense of reality based on past missions, but that doesn't exactly invalidate his thoughts.
I mean, maybe it would outside of their little pool.]
It just seems too sudden. [Just to elaborate, lest his answer sound too much like that's just what I think because I'm uncomfortable here, weh weh.] I've woken up on other planets before, but not like this.
[Haven't they all...]
It's like, something's missing.
it's in the eyes
I don't know, I... [ he licks his lips, trying to parse through his own thoughts. ] I mean they had my mom, you know? I saw her, after so long, and...
[ he grows quiet, brow furrowing. had he been blinded? too distracted by the sight of a loved one he'd been aching for since their first mission to notice everything else that'd felt just a little bit too off?
except that wasn't right, either, was it? he'd started to see things. little things. ]
I mean... I guess I always thought it was kinda weird how so much of what we're finding here is so familiar... [ the universe is way too big, as they've been finding, for such similarities to be a coincidence, right? ]
I met one of the Orbiters, too. My first day on the station... He was, like. Studying us.
[ he makes a face, shuddering under the water. his hands come up, wrapping around his arms in a self-hug. ]
This blows...
theyre not purple....
He mentally rejoins the conversation when he brings up Orbiters. Information he hadn't known -- why did they wait to have this conversation again? On one hand, maybe the guy Lance saw was just a doctor-type, making sure everyone was fine, on the other hand...gross.
He opens his mouth to press further, quieted by his non-PG statement. Or maybe it is PG? Either way, he reaches forward and rests a hand against the paladin's shoulder. There's a squeeze of reassurance. At least they're together?]
I know it does, but...
[A lil shoulder squeeze is creeping up the crook off his neck, settling on his jaw a short stretch beneath an ear.]
We can't talk about this stuff back there.
[You know, if they decide to go back. For groceries. Until they figure out how to live off the hand like cavepeople.]
bc nO ONE EVER HAS PURPLE EYES
What are we supposed to do? [ they aren't a complete team, and if they're caught snooping around, who knows how that might affect those of them that are still asleep. more and more, keith's idea to remain here &mdasg; where he's truly beginning to feel cut off from the rest, truly hidden from prying eyes and piqued ears — is sounding really, really tempting. ]
We can't leave Allura. [ right, right... despite how it feels in this moment, how that strange bottom light seems to highlight the two fot hem, just the two of them — it would be remiss of them both to think it's really all that simple. ] And the mice... and our friends...
[ he looks around, quietly leaning into the hand at his jaw. ]
But we could come back here... Whenever we need to — talk. [ or you know... whatever else they might happen to do... ]
yesh tehy do x3
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thank you. the trash took itself out. now i can live peacefully.
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godbye for life
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