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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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[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.

[the_tailor]

We caaaaan. We're walking Kosmo first, though, right? And since it's getting a little chilly out, I actually uh... There's another part of your gift, too, so you might as well get it now. Hang on.

[Lance gets up, shuffling some empty plates and cups off to the sink to be washed later first. Once that's done, he quickly ducks into his room and returns with a probably far too elaborately wrapped gift box, and dumps it on the table right in front of Keith.]

Bam. Happy birthday, nerd.

[needmyspace]

*Another* part?!

[Keith is flabbergasted, and now honestly feeling a bit bad that he didn't do more for Lance's birthday. IT's obvious Lance really likes this kind of stuff.

An actual, physical gift, decorated nicely and sitting in front of him, renders Keith speechless with surprise and gratitude.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance isn't going to go comparing, man. He just wants to give you a good birthday. Lance stands there, fiddling with his hands a little.]

Well, open it and tell me if you like it or want to burn it or something!

[needmyspace]

[Keith is so touched by all of his, and his hands are shaking slightly as he starts to tear off the paper gently and somewhat slowly. He opens the box, and gasps in surprise, a huge grin lighting up his face.]

Lance! Is this...?!

[the_tailor]

[Oh! Well, that grin definitely sends a wave of relief through him. Keith wouldn't be grinning about something he hated, after all.]

Yep. It is. After that conversation of ours waaaaay back, I decided to collect a whole bunch of wool from the sheep that were around. It took weeks to turn it into yarn and then knit it, but... I managed to just get it done a few days ago. Just in time. Good thing I had such crazy insomnia for like two months, 'cause that gave me a whole lot of time to work on it.

[needmyspace]

This is... I can't believe you did this! [He laughs, pulling the rainbow colored sweater out of the box and happily tugging it on over his head. It fits just about perfect, though Keith looks a sight out of his usual monochrome color scheme.]

How does it look?!

[the_tailor]

Like you're gonna be the hottest guy at the pride parade this side of Havenwell.

[...Does Havenwell have pride parades? Do robots have sexual preferences? Whatever, other questions for other times.]

Phew, I'm so glad it fits you. I would've been pissed if all that work went to waste.

[needmyspace]

[Keith grins and looks down at himself, beaming at his new attire. He's going to wear this every day for the rest of his life now.

A glance back up at Lance, and his smile softens.]

Lance, this...this is really awesome. I um... Thank you. Really.

[the_tailor]

[As much as Lance would like seeing Keith that proud of the gift, please don't. Clothes need to be washed. Don't stink up this one of a kind sweater.]

It's cool, man. You're my best bud, it's the least I could do for you, you know?

[needmyspace]

[This is clearly a perfect sweater for training in, what are you talking about? Nice and absorbent.

He pauses a moment, then...goes in for a hug.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance will tackle you down if he sees you training in this sweater, young man.

And--oh-- Lance is surprised, to say the least. Keith usually isn't the one to initiate physical contact between them, even now when he's started to become more open to it. Before long, though, he wraps his arms around the slightly taller (hmph) paladin, hugging him back.]

'm glad you like it.

[needmyspace]

[Not only does Keith initiate it, but he smiles, feeling pleased and grateful. After a few moments, he pulls away and lets out a quiet exhale.]

I love it. It's the best present I've ever gotten

[the_tailor]

Aw, c'mon. You don't have to inflate its importance just to make me feel good. [He chuckles.] But I'm really, really glad you like it so much. Seriously.

[He smiles up at him, reaching up to ruffle his hair a little.]

[needmyspace]

Hey, I'm serious. [Keith huffs a little.]

[the_tailor]

Really? Well... I guess I'm honored, then. I was really hoping you'd like it.

[Lance chuckles. He finds himself...really loving the smile on Keith's face. It's something he wants to see more often, okay? More smiles, less scowls.]

[needmyspace]

[Keith smiles fondly, nodding and stroking the material.]

It's really soft and warm. This is going to be great in the winter. Here, pet it!

[because Lance probably didn't touch it at all while he was making it...right? Keith has no idea how all that clothing manufacturing works.]

[the_tailor]

Are you asking me to feel you up, Kogane?

[He can't help but tease, even as he reaches to pet the material over his chest. Even though he's obviously touched the sweater a ton while making it, he's not going to knock Keith's glee right now.]

[needmyspace]

Wh-what?! [He turns a bit pink and shoves Lance away.] I mean feel the sweater, not...

[the_tailor]

The sweater's on you!

[Lance laughs, before reaching up to ruffle his hair.]

[needmyspace]

Look, you make me tongue tied sometimes, okay?! [It's said out of mild frustration, but once the words are out, Keith swallows, blushing a little.]

[the_tailor]

I...oh.

[Huh. That certainly is a slight tinge of pink on Keith's cheeks. Lance isn't quite sure what to make of that, or how far he ought to be looking into those words, but he smiles sheepishly.]

Y-yeah, I totally have that effect on people! It's only a matter of time before you fell victim to my charms, too!

[Using humor to deal with confusing situations is Lance's forte, okay.]

[needmyspace]

[Keith snorts.] Pfft. Fat chance.

[He does hug himself though. Warm cozy sweater.]

[the_tailor]

Hey, a guy can dream.

[He laughs a little as he looks at Keith hugging himself. How can a grown-ass man look this ridiculously adorable?]