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[the_tailor]

♥ Who: Lance and Keith
♥ Where: Their house
♥ When: October 23rd
♥ What: Keith's birthday!
♥ Rating: PG?



[The one good thing about not being able to sleep much over the past month was that Lance was able to keep himself busy on his secret project, one he had collected materials for almost when this whole thing began. The rainbow sheep at the start of it all had caught his attention, and after a conversation with Keith, he knew what he had to do. He just had until October 23rd to do it. It'd taken a lot of concentration, a lot of trial an error, and a whole lot of small injuries on his fingers, but he'd finally come out with a product he was kind of proud of. Not perfect, but whatever.

The morning of Keith's birthday, Lance gets up early after a few hours of fitful sleep, and works on making as good of a breakfast as he can. Not that the synthesizer can give him much to work with, but he's gotten some things from town as well. Lance doesn't know Keith's favorite foods, but he's never been adverse to pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon from an unknown source, sooooo...

Now just to wait for the birthday boy.]

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[needmyspace]

[Keith bursts out laughing and gives Lance a gentle shove.]

You couldn't even find one here, so your threat means nothing to me.

[He grins and goes to start filling a plate.]

[the_tailor]

Then I'll find something else.

[He shoves back, laughing before piling some food onto his own plate. What, like he was going to let Keith have all the good stuff. Besides, this isn't his only gift to the black paladin. Lance takes a seat, immediately digging in.]

[needmyspace]

[Keith snorts and rolls his eyes. The food is pretty good, probably the closest thing to actual normal breakfast that he's had during their entire space voyage. He nods approvingly, eyes closing as he bites into some bacon.]

Oh man... this is the best fake bacon I've ever had.

[the_tailor]

Right? It cost a little bit, but I figured it's a good a time as any to splurge.

[Mmmm, delicious fake bacon of questionable origin... And pretty decent eggs and coffee, too!]

[needmyspace]

[He smiles at that and nudges Lance with an elbow.] Thanks. This is...really thoughtful.

[the_tailor]

[Nudge back!]

Least I can do for my bestie. You think I was just gonna let your birthday go with no fanfare? Pssh, who do you think I am?

[needmyspace]

[Oh. That catches him by surprise, in a good way though. Lance just called him his best friend. Keith glances down and smiles, the faintest of blushes coloring his cheeks for just a moment. He's no one's best friend, so this is new. And nice.]

I practically forgot I even had a birthday. I wasn't thinking about your reaction at all.

[the_tailor]

[Silly Keith. Don't underestimate your importance. Lance watches him, and something warm and fuzzy grows in his chest at seeing Keith's frankly adorable reaction. He'll be extra nice and not point out his his cheeks got a little pink. Damn not having a camera, though.]

Well, birthdays are important. So from now on, you're definitely gonna remember.

[needmyspace]

[Keith appreciates your discretion, Lance. Or he would, anyway, were he aware of how visible his reaction was. At the moment, he thinks he played it off cool.]

If it means more big breakfasts, I think I can live with that.

[the_tailor]

[Totally cool.]

I knew you would. Now, this is only the start of the day. I don't actually have any particular activities planned, but I was going to leave it to you. Pick anything at all you want to do and I won't complain.

[Much.]

[needmyspace]

[Keith blinks in surprise.]

Wait, seriously?

[the_tailor]

Seriously.

[Nodnod. It's part 1 of your gift, Keithers.]

[needmyspace]

Uh. Wow. Huh. [He leans back in his chair.]

I don't even know. What should I pick?

[the_tailor]

That's up to you, dude. Anything you want.

[needmyspace]

I don't even know what I want. [He looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his head.] I guess we could...take the dog for a walk?

[the_tailor]

We do that every day. But it's a start.

[He chuckles. Oh, Keithers.]

[needmyspace]

I can't think of anything else. [He laughs softly.]

[the_tailor]

Man, if you even wanted to train, I'd do it with you. Anything goes today.

[needmyspace]

[Keith perks up at that, a smile curving his lips.]

You would? Seriously? I'd love a sparring partner.

[the_tailor]

Yeah, I know you would. Just promise not to kick my ass so hard it leaves bruises? I mean, I'm no slouch anymore, but you're...y'know. You used to practically live on the training deck. And then all that Blade training you got...

[Plus the being a little bigger and stronger now. Ugh. What just two years had done to him...]

[needmyspace]

[He can't help but grin.] I'll try. But you've got to show me some sharpshooting too, got it? The Blades approach isn't usually long distance.. at least not my training.

[the_tailor]

Oh, definitely. We can train each other! I still could use some tips on wielding my broadsword, and I can help you with sharpshooting.

[needmyspace]

I mean, I've never worked with a broadsword specifically, but I can teach you what I know, and hopefully that helps. I tend to stick to small and light rather than big and heavy.

[the_tailor]

It's your birthday, so I'm not going to turn that last part into a sexual innuendo. [Pause.] But know that it is taking a lot of effort on my part to hold back.

[He smirks before laughing. Sorry, Keith. Lance gonna Lance.]

Anyway, yeah, that'd definitely be helpful. And it'll be fun to have another thing to duel you with.

[needmyspace]

[Keith stares at him for a moment, a blush slowly creeping up his cheeks as he realizes what Lance is saying. He really can't help it, can he?

The subject change is welcome, and Keith nods, rubbing at his cheeks.]

Uh. Yeah. We can do that.