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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]

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!

[yablueit]

Aw, come on. Seriously? We were both barely keeping it together!

[businessinfront]

I know we look stupid, but I wasn't laughing!

[yablueit]

...Please! Like you weren't waiting to see if I would laugh first?

[businessinfront]

[ Keith huffs, folding his arms tighter across his chest. ]

What do you mean, first? Do I look like I'm laughing?