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I don’t fucking know my man
(Keith and Lance are on their first date at a restaurant)
Keith: I hate cheesy things, they make me sick to my stomach.
Lance, desperately trying to cover his heartbreak as he subtly types out a text to Hunk and Pidge from under the table telling them to cancel the incredibly cheesy gesture he had planned for after their date: (voice cracking) Oh.. really? I didn’t, um, know that about you.
Keith: (shrugs) I try not to be too open about it. Shiro says it kind of ruins the mood whenever I bring it up.
Lance: (having a crisis) Yeah, uh huh. I totally get that. Yeah.
Keith: … Are you okay?
Lance: Who, me? I’m fine! Never been better! (all the moments where he picked up Keith in a suit and gave him flowers and held the door/chair for him in the restaurant flash before his eyes) Oh, no. Ohhhhhhh nooooooooo.
Keith: Lance??
Lance: Keith, buddy, light of my life- Wait, shit! You literally just said- Keith, I’m so sorry. I had no idea but I- I should’ve asked if you were alright with all the romcom stuff before I did it. I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or, or that you were being pressured. I just, I really like you, and I wanted to do everything right, but instead I- (he jumps when Keith’s hand touches his own) Uh, Keith?
Keith: Lance, calm down. What are you talking about?
Lance: You said you hate cheesy things!! And-
Keith: Yeah, because I’m lactose intolerant.
Lance: -I’m a cheese master! I’ve been grinding cheese all evening!! I’ve been inhaling that shit, sprinkling it, we’re literally neck deep in- Wait. What?
Keith: Lance. I was talking about my lactose intolerance. I- (he unsuccessfully tries to pass his laugh off as a cough even as he tightens his grip on Lance’s hand) I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at you! It’s just, you’re getting all worked up, and- It’s sweet that you care so much, thank you, but I was talking about- (he starts laughing again)
Lance: You’re talking about your lactose intolerance??? You said, you said cheesy things- (he wheezes) Oh my god, cheese makes you sick to your stomach, you weren’t trying to give me a hint, you were talking about shitting-
Keith: I wasn’t-! I never said that, I said it hurts my stomach! That’s so gross Lance, don’t say that when we’re in public!
Lance: (still laughing) Okay, okay, sorry. I’ll keep it PG.
Keith: That’s all I ask. And, um. About what you were talking about. I don’t… usually like big romantic gestures, or pda.
Lance: … Oh. Well, that’s okay! We can-
Keith: (staring intently at a scuff on the table) But. I’ve found that I don’t mind it when it’s, um. (he stares harder at the table) When it’s. (his ears are starting to turn pink) Whenit’scomingfromyou.
Lance:
Keith:
Lance: (subtly sniffles before smiling) We’ll make a romantic of you yet, Kogane.
Lazy Sleepy lesbean
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