[Is it, though? When everything's being micro-analyzed, the point is everything all at once.]
..Yeah..?
[And he's responding belatedly to the Make Out proposition, possibly made clearer when he makes no motion to head elsewhere...
Or start kissing him again, so, take it as he will. It's just, decidedly awkward when it's an established thing through conversation. Or, maybe he's just waiting for Lance to also confirm?!
[ it's the blind leading the blind at this point...
technically keith's given him the affirmative, but it sounds so uncertain that lance is tentative as all heck as he starts to draw away, just enough to allow them some room to glance around. ]
[Keith's mind is on kissing, so when Lance throws him a where, he's stunned into silence, 100% scandalized. In the midst of him reigning in a soon-to-be-outburst, something clicks in his brain and--
He's just talking about moving. Physically.]
Maybe we should go back.
[To their fake home. It's the fastest thing he can think to suggest, which is dumb as fuck considering how long it took to get there.]
[ even if that hadn't been what lance had meant (at the time), don't be too comfortable being scandalized ok.......................... ]
I dunno, I'm kinda tired from the long walk it took to get here...
[ he hadn't intended to leave, either. he likes it here, as they'd established; and besides, going back home meant they wouldn't be alone anymore, and he isn't quite ready for that yet. ]
We could get out of the water, find some place to dry off for a bit?
Keith's motto when it comes to feeling things that are weird and borderline uncomfortable: throw in the towel. They may have established how great it was here (to the point of Keith preparing to move in) like twenty minutes prior, but so much has changed since then okay....]
--Fine.
[His response could have been worse; he could've immediately gotten on Lance's case for drenching his towel and further complicating the soon-to-be drying process. It's a curt agreement followed by him doing an about-face and hauling himself up the rock wall like he's on a mission.
[ how did things go from oh my god this is so weird but also kinda cool to dear lord why is it just weird can't it go back to being weird AND cool so quickly... he supposes it's all part of the process. it's not like things between them had ever been all that conventional in the first place, so it stands to reason there'd be some weird bumps along the way to... wherever it is they're heading towards.
anyway, blame it on that silent resignation, or that twelve year old part of lance's brain that prompts his next action.
because when he's suddenly presented with keith's buttcrack, his hand is just as suddenly lifting and—
yeah, he poked it.
LOOK HE'S JUST AS SURPRISED AS YOU OKAY............... ]
He stops mid-ascension because, that was weird? He glances over a shoulder toward Lance, expecting it to have been an accidental brush, maybe he was moving too slowly....]
[So he's left staring at Lance with his hand probably still aloft, embarrassed and also seemingly about ready to slap his hand away? Except it's super late?]
[His ass is too pale....at least he doesn't have a tanline at his waist to accentuate that.
Tag............huh.
The rocks aren't meant to idle on anyway. He'll push off, back into the lagoon. He's after Lance like Jaws to Quint. The sexy lagoon just became a Legend of the Hidden Temple challenge.]
lance hadn't even been that far away from keith from the start, so deftness within the waters or not, there definitely isn't room or time to gain any kind of distance between them, so all he can do is rear (haha) back just as keith lunges, his hands flying up in a vain attempt at some kind of defense. ]
Remember that you like me—!!
[ is all he manages to say before he's pushed backwards into the waters again, swallowing about a quarter of it along the way. gross. ]
[Two pros: the first being that the lagoon is, at least, pretty. The water's warm and nasty for consumption, sure...but it's got magical properties.
The second is that he's not holding Lance under. A quick is sufficient enough for a single offhand poke.
He should get double-dunked for trying to repel him with that Weird Fact of the Day, but refrains due to its truth. He merely swims in reverse some, prepared to splash him once he surfaces.
[ he's not really looking to drown any time soon, so he will definitely resurface, thanks. he does so just in time to hear keith grousing again. and also get splashed across the face, just as he's spitting out all the water left in his mouth. that's fine, that's fine, he deserves it after the butt-poking...
but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be smug for a second here! ]
No, sorry, it's my privilege as the likee to remind you all I want.
[ it's true, it's a mutual thing, except for the part where one is more obnoxious about it than the other. do you regret your feelings yet, keith?
but at least lance acquiesces, moving towards the edge of the lagoon again to hoist himself out. he heads for his towel pretty quickly, but only uses it to wipe off his fair and run it through his hair a couple of times. fortunately for them both, his hair's short enough that it doesn't take much, and it's with a wild mess of strands sticking up that he offers the towel to keith once he gets himself out of the water too.
[He's up and out just after Lance, without complication -- they should've just done this to begin with, as he's much more mature about handling Buttcracks. Or not.
The air isn't cold, so he's not too bothered in lacking a towel. He's in the middle of fingering through his hair, gathering it together at the base of his neck in a fake ponytail for wringing out when Lance offers his own partially-used towel.
What's almost too distracting is the way his hair sticks up, like an angry porcupine or something.
Cute....]
I'm fine...
[While actually wresting the water from his hair, violating 100 beauty laws in the process.]
[ truly, keith, you don't deserve those luscious bishounen locks...
i mean. dumb stupid mullet hair.
anyway, lance shrugs, but doesn't opt to use the towel anymore just in case keith changes his mind later. instead he just watches the other boy fuss with his hair, head tipping to the side in thought. ]
Your hair's getting pretty long. You're probably gonna have to start tying it up soon, at this rate.
[ the urge to reach out, curl a lock of it around a finger, or even comb back some of those long bangs out of his face flares up again, just like before, but this time he finds the impulse is a lot easier to control... at the very least, he can think about it, whereas before, he sort of just did it, pulling a total keith. ]
[He could run the towel over his hair, but it'd frizz out in a gross way. His hair's too long to look anything like Lance's, for example....
He shakes his head -- like a sheepdog, making his bishie locks fall in an even more natural, bishie way. Once he settles at least. While Lance's criticism(?) is constructive for a change (whoa) he can't help but to feel a little...uncertain? Self-conscious? When he goes on about how to tame his outdated hairstyle.]
I haven't had to do that before.
[So it'd...probably look worse if he tried tying it back. Trials of having a mullet.]
[It's a borderline sheepish denial, busying himself with wringing a corner of his trunks out. He keeps dripping onto his toes. It's like Chinese water torture.]
...Why do you know a guy like that, anyway?
[That's such a specific thing. Pay attention to your actual job for a change...dingus. Dummy. Boyo he feels funny.]
anyway, keith's halfhearted protest is ignored, because lance has already decided he knows best, and considering the topic of conversation, he definitely does. while keith continues his vain attempts to dry up, lance starts to look around. ]
Hey — I think I see a cave over there.
[ he perks up, already starting towards it because... why not? ]
Lance's bold statement's met with something precarious, but without a word...because that's probably true? Keith doesn't really keep tabs on the amount of people he just knows because: what an obnoxious feat. Someone should teach him how to put up some walls.
The distraction's a wecomed one; the cave? Caves are so dangerous, but whatever. The desert gremlin's fine with following him without hesitation. The lagoon was nice enough, this should be interesting.
Provided there aren't any bears.
>I didn't know you liked caves. >Stop walking so far ahead. >What's a cactus?]
Was it there the whole time?
[Wildcard option. Kinda a flop, bro. This is what happens when he kisses Lance in a lagoon and doesn't know how to proceed with life or conversation.]
I dunno... I wasn't really paying attention to much else.
[ the way he turns and flashes a sheepish smile at keith as he heads towards the cave makes it seem like he's talking about keith himself... weird... ]
Hey, you think they'll have cool cave stuff in there??
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..Yeah..?
[And he's responding belatedly to the Make Out proposition, possibly made clearer when he makes no motion to head elsewhere...
Or start kissing him again, so, take it as he will. It's just, decidedly awkward when it's an established thing through conversation. Or, maybe he's just waiting for Lance to also confirm?!
He's playing a long game of Wait and See.]
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technically keith's given him the affirmative, but it sounds so uncertain that lance is tentative as all heck as he starts to draw away, just enough to allow them some room to glance around. ]
Uh. Where?
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He's just talking about moving. Physically.]
Maybe we should go back.
[To their fake home. It's the fastest thing he can think to suggest, which is dumb as fuck considering how long it took to get there.]
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I dunno, I'm kinda tired from the long walk it took to get here...
[ he hadn't intended to leave, either. he likes it here, as they'd established; and besides, going back home meant they wouldn't be alone anymore, and he isn't quite ready for that yet. ]
We could get out of the water, find some place to dry off for a bit?
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Keith's motto when it comes to feeling things that are weird and borderline uncomfortable: throw in the towel. They may have established how great it was here (to the point of Keith preparing to move in) like twenty minutes prior, but so much has changed since then okay....]
--Fine.
[His response could have been worse; he could've immediately gotten on Lance's case for drenching his towel and further complicating the soon-to-be drying process. It's a curt agreement followed by him doing an about-face and hauling himself up the rock wall like he's on a mission.
His buttcrack's prob showing.]
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anyway, blame it on that silent resignation, or that twelve year old part of lance's brain that prompts his next action.
because when he's suddenly presented with keith's buttcrack, his hand is just as suddenly lifting and—
yeah, he poked it.
LOOK HE'S JUST AS SURPRISED AS YOU OKAY............... ]
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He stops mid-ascension because, that was weird? He glances over a shoulder toward Lance, expecting it to have been an accidental brush, maybe he was moving too slowly....]
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What was that?!
[Finally. ^Bitch actin like he can't see.]
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at least none of this was meant to be sexy. at least it's not that sad... ]
I, uh.
[ he doesn't even have a ready response. honestly what did he think was going to happen here... ]
Tag, you're it?
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Tag............huh.
The rocks aren't meant to idle on anyway. He'll push off, back into the lagoon. He's after Lance like Jaws to Quint. The sexy lagoon just became a Legend of the Hidden Temple challenge.]
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[ mistakes were made.
lance hadn't even been that far away from keith from the start, so deftness within the waters or not, there definitely isn't room or time to gain any kind of distance between them, so all he can do is rear (haha) back just as keith lunges, his hands flying up in a vain attempt at some kind of defense. ]
Remember that you like me—!!
[ is all he manages to say before he's pushed backwards into the waters again, swallowing about a quarter of it along the way. gross. ]
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The second is that he's not holding Lance under. A quick is sufficient enough for a single offhand poke.
He should get double-dunked for trying to repel him with that Weird Fact of the Day, but refrains due to its truth. He merely swims in reverse some, prepared to splash him once he surfaces.
If...he surfaces.]
Don't remind me-!
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but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be smug for a second here! ]
No, sorry, it's my privilege as the likee to remind you all I want.
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[Is that even a word? Is that what they are? Likers and Likees? He's completely unamused, despite being the triumphant assailant here?!]
You get out first.
[Reigning it all in, lest he get into a big debate over words he's never used before, even if it's a lopsided thing for sure.]
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but at least lance acquiesces, moving towards the edge of the lagoon again to hoist himself out. he heads for his towel pretty quickly, but only uses it to wipe off his fair and run it through his hair a couple of times. fortunately for them both, his hair's short enough that it doesn't take much, and it's with a wild mess of strands sticking up that he offers the towel to keith once he gets himself out of the water too.
a pseudo olive branch, perhaps?? ]
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The air isn't cold, so he's not too bothered in lacking a towel. He's in the middle of fingering through his hair, gathering it together at the base of his neck in a fake ponytail for wringing out when Lance offers his own partially-used towel.
What's almost too distracting is the way his hair sticks up, like an angry porcupine or something.
Cute....]
I'm fine...
[While actually wresting the water from his hair, violating 100 beauty laws in the process.]
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i mean. dumb stupid mullet hair.
anyway, lance shrugs, but doesn't opt to use the towel anymore just in case keith changes his mind later. instead he just watches the other boy fuss with his hair, head tipping to the side in thought. ]
Your hair's getting pretty long. You're probably gonna have to start tying it up soon, at this rate.
[ the urge to reach out, curl a lock of it around a finger, or even comb back some of those long bangs out of his face flares up again, just like before, but this time he finds the impulse is a lot easier to control... at the very least, he can think about it, whereas before, he sort of just did it, pulling a total keith. ]
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He shakes his head -- like a sheepdog, making his bishie locks fall in an even more natural, bishie way. Once he settles at least. While Lance's criticism(?) is constructive for a change (whoa) he can't help but to feel a little...uncertain? Self-conscious? When he goes on about how to tame his outdated hairstyle.]
I haven't had to do that before.
[So it'd...probably look worse if he tried tying it back. Trials of having a mullet.]
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What — never?
[ he's definitely more curious than incredulous. after a moment, he seems to decide on something, and then just waves a hand in the air. ]
I'll get you some hairties at the Market District. I know a guy who sells them for cheap.
[ the unspoken part here being that lance will, of course, teach him how now. ]
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[It's a borderline sheepish denial, busying himself with wringing a corner of his trunks out. He keeps dripping onto his toes. It's like Chinese water torture.]
...Why do you know a guy like that, anyway?
[That's such a specific thing. Pay attention to your actual job for a change...dingus. Dummy. Boyo he feels funny.]
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Because I know everyone.
[ he isn't even bragging. he literally just does.
anyway, keith's halfhearted protest is ignored, because lance has already decided he knows best, and considering the topic of conversation, he definitely does. while keith continues his vain attempts to dry up, lance starts to look around. ]
Hey — I think I see a cave over there.
[ he perks up, already starting towards it because... why not? ]
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Lance's bold statement's met with something precarious, but without a word...because that's probably true? Keith doesn't really keep tabs on the amount of people he just knows because: what an obnoxious feat. Someone should teach him how to put up some walls.
The distraction's a wecomed one; the cave? Caves are so dangerous, but whatever. The desert gremlin's fine with following him without hesitation. The lagoon was nice enough, this should be interesting.
Provided there aren't any bears.
>I didn't know you liked caves.
>Stop walking so far ahead.
>What's a cactus?]
Was it there the whole time?
[Wildcard option. Kinda a flop, bro. This is what happens when he kisses Lance in a lagoon and doesn't know how to proceed with life or conversation.]
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he could've poked lance's buttcrack. ]
I dunno... I wasn't really paying attention to much else.
[ the way he turns and flashes a sheepish smile at keith as he heads towards the cave makes it seem like he's talking about keith himself... weird... ]
Hey, you think they'll have cool cave stuff in there??
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--Like bears, or an alien Yeti?
[That's right, ground the situation. Don't get caught up in the cutesty stuff.]
I hope not.
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