[stop talking like a pro when u didn't even know how to work it....
In any case, he's effectively pinned against the rocks, which isn't so bad. He'll even offer a leg, winding it around Lance's outer thigh.
And not without the slightest chuckle.]
It feels the-- [Wait, that's the moodkill option. It's been less than twenty minutes is also a moodkill. A hand settles flatly on his chest, a thumb flexing over his heart.] It feels nice.
[There. Now, if only they'd gotten to keep their necklaces.]
[ stop trying to distract me from ur crude disco chats with this cuteness...
anyway lance is pretty easily distracted, since that had really been more a passing thought anyway. he's pretty content with his sharktooth necklace, and he can't really fathom keith wanting to wear jewelry, of all things, but maybe later, when he thinks of it more, he can try to come up with other things they could share together...
for right now, though, he's more than happy to encircle his arms around the other and draw their bodies closer, letting the warmer water soothe them. ]
[The only crude thing on disco is your overpriced aprons.
He's thinking of forging their own rings out of scrap metal; he's not sure how Lance'd feel about it though. He's never...really come off as one for frills. Only with skincare. Heck, he's still celebrating that shark tooth necklace of his.]
Yeah, me too.
[Were this not a sentimental moment, he'd splash him for pinning him to this dumb rock thing.]
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In any case, he's effectively pinned against the rocks, which isn't so bad. He'll even offer a leg, winding it around Lance's outer thigh.
And not without the slightest chuckle.]
It feels the-- [Wait, that's the moodkill option. It's been less than twenty minutes is also a moodkill. A hand settles flatly on his chest, a thumb flexing over his heart.] It feels nice.
[There. Now, if only they'd gotten to keep their necklaces.]
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Yeah. Same.
[ he noses along the length of keith's cheek, leaning up to bury a deep breath against some temple hair. ]
We should get like. Rings or something. Or, ooh, tattoos!
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Where are we gonna find rings?
[Maybe they can make them from hay, because Keith can't fathom a fancy jewelry store in Wyver? Oh..maybe he could...oh...gears turning...]
Let's worry about that later.
[Ahem. He'll lift his head to counter-nuzzle Lance's cheek, sighing contentedly.]
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anyway lance is pretty easily distracted, since that had really been more a passing thought anyway. he's pretty content with his sharktooth necklace, and he can't really fathom keith wanting to wear jewelry, of all things, but maybe later, when he thinks of it more, he can try to come up with other things they could share together...
for right now, though, he's more than happy to encircle his arms around the other and draw their bodies closer, letting the warmer water soothe them. ]
I'm glad we did this.
[ the lagoon, the pact. the everything. ]
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He's thinking of forging their own rings out of scrap metal; he's not sure how Lance'd feel about it though. He's never...really come off as one for frills. Only with skincare. Heck, he's still celebrating that shark tooth necklace of his.]
Yeah, me too.
[Were this not a sentimental moment, he'd splash him for pinning him to this dumb rock thing.]