[The morning starts off less than stellar already when Keith wakes up and sees that apparently someone decided to go ahead and write their name on his wrist while he was asleep. Keith doesn't know what's more annoying: the fact that Lance did it at all or the fact that he evidently didn't wake up during any part of these shenanigans. He isn't that deep a sleeper, and unless Lance has acquired some new stealthiness overnight (a terrible prospect), he should have woken up.
The annoyance with this only escalates when he realizes the name isn't actually smudging or coming off when he rubs at his wrist. Audibly, he grumps: the hell, Lance, under his breath, causing space wolf to wake and peer over at Keith curiously.
Shaking his head, Keith gets to his feet and gives Cosmo a few earskritches before heading to the bathroom to try and wash this off so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore. It's a foolproof plan, clearly, and not one that's doomed to fail because that name's been tattooed on him, Either way though, before he can actually act on this plan at all, he has to pass by Lance on the couch .... and that's where things go sideways.
His eyes sweep over the sleeping paladin -- just registering the guy's there and not occupying the bathroom for his extended beauty routine. It's normal. Oh so normal. Except for the way that he can't stop staring. He wants to be irritable, you know. Bypass the good mornings and launch right into stop writing on me, damn it, but... god, he's so speechless and inexplicably tongue tied.
He'd ask what the hell's going on, except.... it doesn't actually feel like anything's going on. In fact, it's like everything's aligned and warm and....
He needs to quit staring immediately. He isn't succeeding.]
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The annoyance with this only escalates when he realizes the name isn't actually smudging or coming off when he rubs at his wrist. Audibly, he grumps: the hell, Lance, under his breath, causing space wolf to wake and peer over at Keith curiously.
Shaking his head, Keith gets to his feet and gives Cosmo a few earskritches before heading to the bathroom to try and wash this off so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore. It's a foolproof plan, clearly, and not one that's doomed to fail because that name's been tattooed on him, Either way though, before he can actually act on this plan at all, he has to pass by Lance on the couch .... and that's where things go sideways.
His eyes sweep over the sleeping paladin -- just registering the guy's there and not occupying the bathroom for his extended beauty routine. It's normal. Oh so normal. Except for the way that he can't stop staring. He wants to be irritable, you know. Bypass the good mornings and launch right into stop writing on me, damn it, but... god, he's so speechless and inexplicably tongue tied.
He'd ask what the hell's going on, except.... it doesn't actually feel like anything's going on. In fact, it's like everything's aligned and warm and....
He needs to quit staring immediately. He isn't succeeding.]