[ OH my god you LITERAL CHILD. Shiro grabs the other boot and pulls it off, tossing it across the room. He looks rather pleased when it lands boot side down, wobbling briefly before standing upright. When he tosses the other discarded boot and it does the same, he's downright smug. ]
You probably shouldn't have jammed your toes in my mouth.
[Lance looks thoroughly contented now, offering his fist for Shiro to bump in triumph, as bros do.] Nice aim, man. You should try out for space basketball.
[Have a moment of indignant sputtering, before this eloquent comeback:] Well, you probably shouldn't have had your mouth near my toes.
[ For a second it doesn't register and then it does and he knocks their knuckles together, his arms resting back on the pillow he's using to subdue wayward feet. ]
[There we go, you aren't totally a hopeless dad, Shiro. You can do cool things. Also apparently Lance is unconcerned by the pillow, because it's squishy and comfy.]
Glad to see you taking responsibility. [Is that a yawn, yes, he's going to take a nap with his feet in your lap, Shiro, because he's Lance. That's why.]
[ His tone is so dry it's almost laughable but he's clearly amused judging by the edge of a smile tugging at his lips. ]
I thought you wanted lunch.
[ He's not opposed to Lance sleeping there for a while; he's been a human pillow for most of the team at one point or another and he's got work he can do on one of the touchpads. ]
[ It takes some stretching but he snags the blanket from his bed and drapes it over Lance carefully, handing the pillow over that was used to keep wayward feet from finding their way to his face. ]
[Lance burrows down into the blanket and pillow and mumbles something that may be "thanks mom" soooo you've got a promotion, Shiro! Have fun with Lance snoring softly right next to you.]
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I'll take it.
[ OH my god you LITERAL CHILD. Shiro grabs the other boot and pulls it off, tossing it across the room. He looks rather pleased when it lands boot side down, wobbling briefly before standing upright. When he tosses the other discarded boot and it does the same, he's downright smug. ]
You probably shouldn't have jammed your toes in my mouth.
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[Have a moment of indignant sputtering, before this eloquent comeback:] Well, you probably shouldn't have had your mouth near my toes.
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Ah, it's my fault.
[ Uh-huh. ]
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Glad to see you taking responsibility. [Is that a yawn, yes, he's going to take a nap with his feet in your lap, Shiro, because he's Lance. That's why.]
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[ His tone is so dry it's almost laughable but he's clearly amused judging by the edge of a smile tugging at his lips. ]
I thought you wanted lunch.
[ He's not opposed to Lance sleeping there for a while; he's been a human pillow for most of the team at one point or another and he's got work he can do on one of the touchpads. ]
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[Another yawn and some wiggling around to get comfy.] Unless it's a cheeseburger and strawberry shake, I can hold off for a bit, I think.
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I'll wake you up in an hour or two, then. I can ask Hunk to set aside some lunch.
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Yeah you better. Don't let Keith eat my share.
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Don't worry, he won't.
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