[ no, lance is never going to let you live this down, keith. not for the rest of your life or however long he knows you.
keith stops petting lance, and he wonders if he's going to excuse himself to clean up or anything but - nope, just leaning in again. that's going for a kiss if lance has ever seen one, and he turns his head up to give it gladly. ]
[Lance leans in and Keith presses into it, fists against the sheets by Lance's head until he pulls away and noses at him a little.]
Do you-- [Whoa, god, that voice was. Bedroom and low and throaty, he clears his throat.] I mean, d'you wanna... Do this again? Or... [Was this a one time thing to get him out of the training room for a little while.]
[ lance makes a tiny little noise when keith pulls away, and damn. that is some bedroom voice from keith for damn sure. lance is going to keep that memory for a while.
it's also kind of sweet when keith asks, and lance considers a moment. ]
I mean... if you want to, yeah. It was really good. [ have a small genuine smile, keith. ]
[That... gets a little smile from Keith. Okay. So Lance wants to keep this going. So it wasn't horrible, that's good at least.
He noses at him a second more before moving to sit up straight.] Ruined your sheet by the way. Your own fault. [And he'll just excuse himself to Lance's bathroom to clean himself up.]
[ so pidge may not only need keith for his hands, here. they wanna make sure he's doing okay. they're a team, after all - and keith was kind of thrust into leading them after shiro disappeared. ]
I know what I'm doing.
[ pidge sounds a little insulted, but not severely. instead, they head towards the bay entrance as well. damn keith and his longer legs. ]
How's Red doing? I know she can be kind of... moody.
[ and now allura is piloting her sometimes, which can't help red's mood at all. ]
[Red definitely wasn't interested in letting anyone else pilot her, let alone someone that caused Keith grief for a little while. He tries to spend time with her as he can to help ease it some.]
I'm still taking her for rounds around when I get the chance.
[The trial came and went. And Jim was found innocent, but at what cost, really. That his mentor that he had tried to help was willing to let him take that fall up to the end. Then the guy got away anyway when no one was looking. Tough three days all around. He's glad at least there was the support from his defense attorney and assistant, but he feels pretty bad lying to them this whole time, especially when it just blew up in his face.
He takes a deep breath and sits on the steps outside the courthouse, just. Watching. Watching people leave, watching the cars on the street. He should go home, but he doesn't really want to. Not yet.]
Despite Nick's obvious irritation with Jim the entire time, Nick is a softie who does feel for Jim, so it hadn't been hard for Maya to convince Nick to hurry on home while she set out on a 'mission'. She'd take care of it, she'd assured him, let her talk to him, go home.
She's pleased to see Jim hasn't left the courthouse yet when she steps outside, and tiptoes up to him, taking a seat at his side. Knees together, hands on her knees, she leeeans forward so that she can get a look at his face despite the slouch, like a nosy cat.]
You do know a 'not guilty' means you get to leave, right?
That's not the only thing bothering Lance about this place--for starters, the floor is exceptionally sticky--but a dare's a dare. He has a misguided reputation as a badass to hold up and if he turns around right now and leaves, all his friends will bare witness to him not being able to hack this grubby dive bar for more than three minutes.
No. Lance can't have that. He needs to make it at least ten minutes, just long enough for his friends to leave from in front of the bar.
Taking a deep breath, he creeps through the clouds of cigarette smoke and occasional drunken shout up to the bar, sneakered feet squeaking against the gross floor tiles. No one looks more out of place here than Lance and that much is obvious when he hails down the bartender and makes his order.]
A Coke, please.
[No one's here watching to make sure he buys alcohol, right?]
the stars had whispered to her. "your new enemy seeks great power from a place you cannot reach," they had told her.
"what can I do?" she had pleaded.
"we will guide you," came the gentle answer.
the silhouette of someone she couldn't quite recall had shone brilliantly for a moment against the sea of stars, and then
she fell.
it hadn't been unpleasant. more like...sinking into deep water than falling. it felt like an instant and an eternity before she opened her eyes...to find herself in a strange city. most buildings are domed - she doesn't know of a city with this unique architecture.
tl;dr hey trunks there's a strange and highly pink girl walking around in high-heeled boots and short puffy skirts, 'sup ]
[It's easy to tell some demons apart. Even easier to tell humans apart from demons. They stick out usually, a fish out of their own depth. But this one is out of its own ocean. The lanky guy is lost, a little confused, and orders a fucking soda in a demon dive bar.
Christ, he'll probably get killed.
Call it a soft spot, but Keith moves a little closer, one seat away and sips his own drink, listening and waiting.]
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