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[businessinfront]

"This is Keith. Leave a message."


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[businessinfront]

I thought it took two people to hang out.

[ Which is essentially a yes. ]

[yablueit]

Nah, I think you can still hang out by yourself.

[ He heads into the kitchen first, grabbing a couple cans of soda, passing one to Keith. ]

[businessinfront]

[ Keith takes it, opening it and leaning against the counter with one elbow. ]

Oh. Well... I'm pretty sure that's not what I was doing.

[yablueit]

[ He digs around in the fridge looking through Hunk's leftovers while he's in there. ]

What, were you taking a nap or something?

[businessinfront]

I think I was chilling.

[yablueit]

[ He glances over the fridge door at Keith. ]

...There's a difference between hanging out and chilling?

[businessinfront]

I thought you were an expert on this stuff.

[yablueit]

I think we have different definitions of stuff either way.

[businessinfront]

You can say that again.

[yablueit]

[ He pulls out a big tupperware bowl, opens it, and sniffs it before starting to scoop some into a bowl. ]

You want some leftover spam fried rice?

[businessinfront]

Sure. Hit me.

[ Keith tries not to watch Lance too closely, tries not to look as weird as he must feel... but "hanging out" seems like a lot more pressure than just happening to be spending time near someone, which he does often enough. Even if he's pretty sure they're the same thing. Functionally. ]

[yablueit]

[ Lance is distracted enough with dishing out a couple bowls of leftovers and heating them up, hopping up to sit on the counter across from the microwave while he waits. ]

I'm glad Hunk basically has two settings, and that's making either individual gourmet plates, or enough food in one batch to feed an army. We never don't have leftovers!

[businessinfront]

No kidding. I haven't been this well fed in...



... I don't even know.

[yablueit]

Sure beats food goo, huh?

[businessinfront]

What doesn't?

[yablueit]

Nunvil.

[businessinfront]

You sure had enough of it.

[yablueit]

And I regretted a lot of it.

[businessinfront]

[ Keith snorts softly, rolling his eyes. ]

There there.

[yablueit]

Plus the morning after was kind of like a hangover.

[businessinfront]

You spent the morning after in a healing pod!

[yablueit]

...Yeah, dude, that— That's the joke.

[businessinfront]

[ Keith's shoulders lift in an awkward huff, and if Lance pays close attention, he can see Keith's cheeks go very faintly pink with embarrassment. ]

... Well, it's still not funny.

[yablueit]

[ Keith's embarrassment is saved by the microwave beeping, and Lance turns to take both bowls out of the microwave, passing one to Keith before heading for the living room. ]

Anyway, the point is, food is amazing, and we're all lucky to have Hunk.

[businessinfront]

[ Talk about conversational whiplash. Keith takes the food, still bristling, and follows Lance to the living room after a moment. ]

That, we can agree on.