Huntress Mingle!

[tempredmental]

Who: Huntress Crew and Visitors (so anyone)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Around the Huntress
When: After Calibrations and Marsiva attack.

[GO FORTH AND MINGLE]

Comments

[the_tailor]

You don't have to.

[He just. Smiles, and hums.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith narrowed his eyes.]

I don't, huh?

[the_tailor]

Nope.

[And he gives his hair an affectionate little ruffle.]

[tempredmental]

But you did.

[Ugh... hair ruffling... He reached up and smoothed it back out.]

[the_tailor]

I never said it was a competition. Just, you know, a statement.

[A totally true statement. Sorry, Kosmo. You're an adorable space pup, but to Lance, nothing compares to Oliver.]

[tempredmental]

Hmph.

[Keith poked Lance in the side.]

[the_tailor]

Owwww, why do you have to assault me like this?

[He gives an overdramatic cry of pain, and proceeds to fall sideways on the couch.]

[tempredmental]

Because... [Keith shrugged and then grabbed Lance, tickling his sides.]

[the_tailor]

[This time, his yelp is for real, and his long limbs proceed to flail.]

Keeeeiiiiiiith, stopitstopit!

[Still, he's laughing.]

[tempredmental]

[Which only got Keith to laugh more. He did eventually stop, but now he had Lance pinned on the couch.]

Do I win?

[the_tailor]

[He grins, looking up at Keith.]

Honestly, I think I win right now.

[tempredmental]

You would think that.

[Still, he was amused. Neither one was ever able to easily concede defeat, after all, so Keith wasn't surprised. Whether Lance really did win or not in the situation, he was expecting him to deny losing.

Keith settled on Lance's chest, his elbows propped on the couch on either side of the other's torso so he could rest his chin on his hands.]

Maybe we both win.

[the_tailor]

[Lance's smile softens a little, but it's as bright as it was before, and he tilts his head up to give Keith a peck on the lips.]

Yeah, I think I can roll with that, cutie.