[ 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??
I was thinking more like cool rock formations... but, sure.
[ can someone be weird and cute at the same time... geez.
anyway, they get there, and he peeks in first, tentatively crossing the small threshold. fortunately, the glitter-lights from the lagoon provide a pretty decent look at the space, which is almost cozy... if you forget it's all hard rock. ]
Well, no alien bears, so that's one point in our favor.
[ there appear to be some cool carvings, though... ]
[That's why Lance is never prepared for the inevitable...that's why.]
So far.
[Go in deep enough and they may find a Yeti's bed. The carvings, though, those seem innocent enough. Intriguing, but difficult to parse. He's slowing to a halt as they increase in prevalence, but not without first catching Lance by a wrist.
Precautions. What if these are meant to serve as a warning?! He hasn't run conspiracy tests on them.]
[ oh holding hands already... keith moves so fast...
never mind they already kissed, whatever, whatever. ]
Don't tell me you're scared—
[ the smug teasing is short-lived because of course it's immediately right after he says that that there is suddenly a sound coming from the other end of the cave that has lance yelping sharply, jumping close to keith and somehow managing to wrap his free hand around him in the span of two seconds. ]
[When the castle was haunted by a dickbag, they were equally terrified. Here, in the face of a mystery sound (of which probably belongs to a yeti or mountain lion), he goes tense all over -- doesn't scream, can't because he has to protect Lance?! But his knife --
It's tucked in a secret pocket inside of his hands, though it's not really a secret because the handle's poking out of his waistband. He's not reaching to grab it...
But instead trying to cover Lance's mouth. Deja vu.]
You're giving away our position.
[With a clenched jaw, quietly...ish. He's starting to crab walk to the nearest Irregular Rock Formation for hiding purposes.]
Why does something always want to kill us in this place?!
[ all of this, of course, is hissed under his breath, because of course they couldn't just have something nice, could they. he follows keith as they crab-waddle over to crouch behind a nearby boulder, trying not to shiver as his nerves and still-damp body finally starts to get to him. ]
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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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[ can someone be weird and cute at the same time... geez.
anyway, they get there, and he peeks in first, tentatively crossing the small threshold. fortunately, the glitter-lights from the lagoon provide a pretty decent look at the space, which is almost cozy... if you forget it's all hard rock. ]
Well, no alien bears, so that's one point in our favor.
[ there appear to be some cool carvings, though... ]
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So far.
[Go in deep enough and they may find a Yeti's bed. The carvings, though, those seem innocent enough. Intriguing, but difficult to parse. He's slowing to a halt as they increase in prevalence, but not without first catching Lance by a wrist.
Precautions. What if these are meant to serve as a warning?! He hasn't run conspiracy tests on them.]
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never mind they already kissed, whatever, whatever.]Don't tell me you're scared—
[ the smug teasing is short-lived because of course it's immediately right after he says that that there is suddenly a sound coming from the other end of the cave that has lance yelping sharply, jumping close to keith and somehow managing to wrap his free hand around him in the span of two seconds. ]
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It's tucked in a secret pocket inside of his hands, though it's not really a secret because the handle's poking out of his waistband. He's not reaching to grab it...
But instead trying to cover Lance's mouth. Deja vu.]
You're giving away our position.
[With a clenched jaw, quietly...ish. He's starting to crab walk to the nearest Irregular Rock Formation for hiding purposes.]
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[ all of this, of course, is hissed under his breath, because of course they couldn't just have something nice, could they. he follows keith as they crab-waddle over to crouch behind a nearby boulder, trying not to shiver as his nerves and still-damp body finally starts to get to him. ]
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