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[yablueit]

"Hey, this is Lance. You just missed me, but don't worry, ladies, I'll return your call just as soon as possible."

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[yablueit]

...It's unlocked?

[ Lance is laying on his stomach on his bed, flipping idly through a magazine, still wearing his space ho tshirt. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith opens the door too forcefully, and it slams into the doorstop with a loud noise. He stands in the doorway in the stupid sparkly red Space Ho crop top that Lance and Shiro had brought home, fixing Lance with an intense stare that practically dares him to laugh.

He falters a little when he sees that Lance is wearing the same thing, but then... just tilts his chin up more. Don't show weakness. ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance promised Shiro he wouldn't laugh at Keith's shirt, as part of the deal of buying them in the first place. So even though everything in him wants to laugh, he keeps a passive face and raises an eyebrow. ]

So what's this important thing you wanted to show me?

[businessinfront]

You're kidding me.

[yablueit]

What?

[businessinfront]

[ With a quiet, choked sound of pure indignation, Keith gestures at his entire torso. HE'S WEARING A CROP TOP HERE, LANCE! SPARKLES! ABS! ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance rolls onto his side, fully revealing his own crop top, sparkles, and abs, with a demonstrative wave of his arm. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Take a deep breath, Keith. Patience yields focus. Do not strangle Lance, especially while you're both wearing crop tops. Not even a little bit. That would be so hard to explain.



Exhale. ]

So. I'm bonding with you.

[yablueit]

Is that what this is?

[businessinfront]

You said! Shiro said you said!

[yablueit]

[ Lance's internal monologue through this whole situation is a hysterical screech of KEEP IT TOGETHER DON'T LET HIM SEE YOU CRACK, but somehow, he manages to keep a straight face as he pretends to think back to earlier in the day. ]

Huh. Yeah, I guess it is bonding, then.

[businessinfront]

You guess?

[yablueit]

[ Lance is gonna crack. He's gonna crack and laugh any second, he's sure of it, keep it together. ]

Does that mean you wanna hang out in here?

[ He scootches over on the bed so Keith can sit, if he'd like, and he uses the movement to hide his face behind the magazine to regain his composure for a second. ]

[businessinfront]

[ his face right now ]

I.



Guess I could do that.

[yablueit]

[ He bites the inside of his cheek as he pats the open spot invitingly. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith strides over to the bed with intense, focused purpose, and takes a seat with all the stiff, cranky awkwardness of an emotionally damaged teenage boy wearing a sparkly space ho crop top. He can't tell if Lance is playing chicken with him, but if he is, Keith's sure as hell not going to lose. ]

[yablueit]

[ Okay. Cool. He sat down. Lance has totally got this. He can 100% keep a straight face and turn back to reading his magazine. He looks down at it and flips a page. ]

[yablueit]

[ And then he's completely fucking losing it, breaking down into hysterical laughter at the absurdity of this whole situation. ]

[businessinfront]

I knew it!

[ Keith jumps to his feet like he's about to be attacked, crossing his arms tight over his chest like that actually helps. ]

I knew you were gonna laugh!

[yablueit]

[ He absolutely can't breathe, he's laughing so hard, gasping out words where he can. ]

I'm not—laughing—ahahaha—at you! I'm—

[ Nope, talking is failing. ]

[businessinfront]

[ He's so flustered his ears start to go red. ]

This was a mistake.

[yablueit]

[ Lance flails an arm as he laughs, something that in his head is meant as a "no wait" motion, but it really doesn't come out like that. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith hesitates as he turns for the door, giving him a second more than he probably should. ]

What.

[yablueit]

[ Lance wheezes for a second. ]

Oh my god, dude, you can't tell me that wasn't hilarious!

[businessinfront]

I'm telling you right now!