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[businessinfront]

"This is Keith. Leave a message."


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[yablueit]

[ He laughs and reaches over to brush the rice grain off Keith's hair. ]

Nah, I'm comfy in here.

[businessinfront]

[ That is



the most foreign gesture. ]

... See. Slacker.

[yablueit]

Yeah, maybe.

[ He sets his mostly finished bowl of rice on the side table and stretches out, putting his feet up on the coffee table like an animal, gesturing at the TV on the wall across from them. ]

Man, we gotta work on getting some movies or something here. These TVs Hunk and Pidge made are great, but we don't have anything to watch...

[businessinfront]

[ Keith makes himself relax again, even if it feels like he's unwinding one slow muscle at a time. ]

Get them from where? Or are you gonna make your own?

[yablueit]

I guess we can get stuff from home? Somehow? I'm not really sure how it works, but Hunk mentioned it.

[businessinfront]

And the thing you want is... movies.

[yablueit]

It's not like it's the only thing. But I don't know how it works! People leave suddenly, right? I don't want to bring something important from home, only for it to wind up stuck here forever.

[businessinfront]

... oh. Yeah. Good point.

[ Keith tips his head back with a sigh. ]

So what kind of movies?

[yablueit]

Well, I love thriller suspense stuff. Not like, horror jumpscare kind of movies, not that those aren't cool too, but stuff that gets you really hooked into what's going to happen next.

[businessinfront]

The hunter becomes the hunted.

[ Keith nods like that's something profound. ]

[yablueit]

Yeah, exactly!

[ Lance is surprised, but seems genuinely thrilled that Keith remembered some dumb joke he made ages ago. ]

What about you?

[businessinfront]

[ There's the smallest pause, and he shrugs. ]

I don't know. I never watched a lot of TV or anything...

[yablueit]

Really? Not even at the Garrison?

[businessinfront]

[ Because it's Lance, Keith's defenses go up automatically. Maybe it was an innocent question. Maybe the implication, that's weird, is all in Keith's head. Still, he frowns. ]

Yeah, that's why I went to flight school.

[yablueit]

Well, no, obviously not. But we still had downtime. Hunk and I threw movie parties all the time in our dorm.

[businessinfront]

I missed the invite.

[yablueit]

It wasn't like we had a guest list...

[businessinfront]

I wouldn't have gone anyway.

[ But instead of letting that linger and get taken the wrong way (it was me, not you, stupid), he makes a conversational U-turn. ]

... I like mysteries, I guess. Not like— Sherlock Holmes stuff or whatever, but, like, action... mystery? You know what I mean, [ he says,
sounding somewhere between annoyed and accusatory, like it's Lance's fault that he doesn't know the word for that and now he sounds like an idiot. ]

[yablueit]

[ Too late, he's taking it that way anyway, his face falling to a frown that's bordering on hurt. Luckily, Keith continuing gives him something else to focus on. ]

...Huh. I think there's probably a bunch of movies we'd both like. That's pretty similar to what I'm into.

[businessinfront]

[ And that frown just makes him feel guilty, which is... frustrating. Keith is a lot of unflattering things, but he doesn't want to be an asshole. It just seems to come naturally around Lance, like some kind of inevitable, explosive chemical reaction. ]

... What about documentaries?

[yablueit]

[ Lance wrinkles his nose, thinking of dozens of boring documentaries he'd watched (or goofed off through) in school. ]

...What kind of documentaries?

[businessinfront]

The kind you learn stuff from! What's wrong with that?

[yablueit]

Some of them are super boring. But I guess if it was something I wanted to know more about anyway...

[businessinfront]

Well, yeah! I don't watch the boring ones! They're boring!

[yablueit]

Well, what are some of the ones you like about?