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[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, OPEN
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit, open to other ideas!
When: Kind of a system catch-all post-update, starting Nov 26

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[It took a moment for all his memories to mesh together again once he woke up, but Keith sat up slowly once they did. Okay, ha ha, Atroma... Garrison cadet uniforms sucked. He sighed and glanced back over his shoulder to see if Lance had made it back or stayed or just... whatever.

Judging by the uniform on him, too, Lance had gone back, too... or slept through it? Keith definitely felt like he'd slept through it.

And the graphitti on his face indicated-wait...

Keith's eyebrows went up... and he looked around the room. Pidge. Keith knew Lance was going to flip out when he woke up, but, for now, Keith wasn't going to leave Pidge just lying on the floor. He carefully picked her up and put her on the bed. There was a moment of concern at how passed out she was, especially when he noticed the signs of exhaustion in her features. What the heck happened?

Keith headed out to get some water only to notice his own new look in the bathroom mirror. Well then. He just hoped it wasn't permanent marker this time. He started washing, deciding that Pidge could get her own water when she woke up... or maybe just let her and Lance wake up together. That could be interesting...]

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[This is probably the only time Keith's come back from a trip home or a impromptu coma in a relatively good mood. Granted, he wasn't exactly bouncing around the Huntress or the Iskaulit like it was the BEST DAY EVER, but he didn't seem as 'emo' as usual.

He could be found at the gym, the obstacle course, getting food, in the Voltron team "Lion's Den", doing his turn at the helm on the Huntress... basically being himself, but less depressed and angsty.]

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[It took a few days to really catch on, but, eventually, Keith had to catch Lance and pull him aside. He'd been distant lately, and it was concerning. Ever since they got back, really. He knew it was hard on their relationship to keep getting new memories of them not being a couple back home, and Keith was a little worried that Lance might be considering that route for here in the Fleet, too.]

Hey... [He stopped Lance from leaving their room one morning.] Is everything okay? You seem kind of... distant.

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{OOC: Hit me up on plurk duches77 or PM my journal if you want to try something specific. I'm open! Also! This is now Keith post season 7, so poke me if you want me to avoid spoilers!}

Comments

[the_tailor]

It literally takes like five seconds to put it on, then you can rinse it off after you scrub your body down. Five extra seconds, Keith. Maybe five more if you comb the conditioner through if you really wanna get fancy with it.

[He'll never understand you, Keith.]

[tempredmental]

But then it rinses down where I already washed. Lance, that makes no sense. Why would you wash your body and then rinse something out of your hair after?

[Talk about not understanding. Shower efficiency 101!]

[the_tailor]

You rinse it all out at once! And it's not like the conditioner is gonna soak into your pores or anything! You're not going to have conditioner skin or whatever. You just rinse your whole body nice and clean and bam. Healthy hair and clean body.

[This is literally common sense to him okay.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith crossed his arms, looking unconvinced.]

It's an extra expense.

[He did, however, look mildly amused.]

[the_tailor]

You can literally just use mine. I go through the bottle so slowly as it is cause my hair is so short, so I barely need any!

[Damnit, Keith, just. Just try it out.]

I'll even show you hands on how to do it.

[tempredmental]

And listen to you get all whiny because I use more on longer hair? No thanks.

[Smirk.]

[the_tailor]

I wouldn't whine about that! I'd be excited for the bottle to go faster if it means you're using it!

[Pout.]

[tempredmental]

I don't know if I should be insulted how insistent you are about this. It's like you really hate my hair.

[Studying look.]

[the_tailor]

Keith.

[He looks at him very seriously. Very very seriously, like this is a life or death matter.]

I love your hair. I still think you have a mullet, but I love your hair. But keeping it in good health, especially with your length, is very important.

[tempredmental]

And it's... fine... the way it is.

[Keith huffed a little.]

Would you let this go if I try it? What if I try it and I don't like it?

[the_tailor]

It's about the health, Keith. One day you're going to realize, oh, my hair is all dry and damaged, and I could have prevented it!

[Another pout.]

If you hate it, then fine. But give it a try.

[tempredmental]

[Keith drew in a breath through his nose, and then let it out in a huff the same way, his arms still firmly crossed. He closed his eyes for a second before nodded.]

Alright, fine. I'll try it. Once. If I don't like it, you'll leave me alone.

[the_tailor]

Promise.

[And he gives him a little kiss.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith smiled a bit, and kissed him back.]

Okay... fine. You've got a deal.