#thingsikeep

It hadn’t taken much effort to find a yarn-like material to use, especially with Coran’s help. Lance had been coerced into making tiny tiny sweaters for the mice as payment, and he had to say, they looked more adorable than ever.

Maybe he could just…turn around and forget it. This had Bad Idea written all over it. There were a billion way less weird ways to apologize. What was he thinking?

Except, as luck would have it, Keith chose that moment to approach the door and step out, nearly walking straight into Lance.

“Oh, uh, hi, Keith!” Lance staggered back a few steps, sirens going off in his head. How was he supposed to think? He had a script! “Uh, fancy meeting you…here…”

Dammit. That was not on the script. He felt his face heating up.

“I uh—so I know you live in the desert, back on Earth, but uh, a lot of the planets…I mean, and the castle too, gets…cold sometimes. And doesn’t the desert get cold at night? Anyway, I had like, a ton of yarn left after I finished the mice’s, so… This should, probably fit? I mean, we…the tree, so… I mean, if you don’t want it, that’s fine! I can uh. Your door was just…closest.”

He stared down at the floor and made a frustrated noise, shoving the red sweater at Keith’s chest.

“Just take it! Bye!”

And with that, he marched off very fast in the opposite direction. 

Nailed it. 

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     ❝Lance?!!❞ Keith growled, irritable that they’d just been walking a ways behind everybody in the dense alien city. It probably wasn’t very smart to allow the possibility of them getting split up, and his less than sweet expression showed what he thought about it. Still, there was a concern that Lance had something on his mind that couldn’t be said in front of anyone else.❝What are you doing? We have to stay togeth–❞     His words were muffled against Lance’s tongue, which had apparently invited itself in to explore his mouth without hesitation. There was a fight in Keith, really, there was! However, his half-hearted shoves and reasoning became blurred, amethyst eyes softening until they closed. Gloved hands violently grabbed for the sides of Lance’s stupid, baggy jacket and pulled the blue paladin flush up against himself, using the momentum to pull them back until he was sandwiched between his adorable fool of a boyfriend and the wall of a building.      Then again, Keith realized he– himself– was also a fool for encouraging this, rolling his chin to match these affections with vigor.