[Closed] I could ask

[yousaytron]

Who: isayvol & yousaytron
When: July 14thish
Where: Lance's temple.
What: Lookin' for a place to stay ayyy.


[It's been a couple of days since Sasuke disappeared, along with his temple, leaving Keith with pretty much no idea of what to do next. It's been a couple of days since he gathered up whatever he had left and set out to... maybe try and find out what happened? He wasn't sure, really, between remembering his god mentioning having issues with loyalty, and the fact that sometimes people simply vanish from the Far Shore without a trace, the outcome here could go either way, he figures.

It's after a couple of days that he figures he should probably slow down, though. He has no home base, nowhere to really be stopping to rest, and it's definitely starting to wear him down. Which is how he came to find himself in front of the temple of Tlaloc. It is, if nothing else, a place he should by all means be allowed to crash at, should he need it. But now that he's in front of it... he's suddenly feeling unsure on how to go about getting in. Is Lance even there?? He has no idea!

After a few moments of hesitation, standing awkwardly at the entrance of the temple, Keith fishes his phone out of the bag slung over his shoulder.]

Are you home right now?

[Surely, surely this isn't a terribly awkward way to go about this. The text is sent off to Lance, and now he waits.]

Comments

[isayvol]

[Dude, no, that's not an okay thing to say! Lance stares at him.

And then promptly smacks the back of his head.]

What the heck is your problem?! Don't say stuff like that! Take care of yourself, and no arguments!

[He got... weirdly mad about that. Okay.]

[yousaytron]

Gk-! [Yeah okay that was out of line but MAYBE DON'T HIT HIM OVER IT?]

Look, I'm just... ['Tired as hell my dude.'] I've been busy, okay?

[Leave him alone!!]

[isayvol]

[Lance glares at his stupid shinki.]

You know that I can feel what you're feeling, right?

[He lets out a groan.]

This explains why I've been feeling so bad lately, geez...

[yousaytron]

... You can?

[He hasn't figured that out yet???]

[isayvol]

[ohmygod Keith why.]

Yeah, dude! I can tell you're feeling...

[He leans in, squinting at Keith.]

Confused and ... abandoned?

[yousaytron]

[Keith, conversely, leans back, bristling defensively at the sudden invasion of his space coupled with the shockingly accurate assessment. Cut to the quick, goodness.]

. . . Sasuke disappeared.

[All right, if we're getting straight to the point of the matter, then so be it. Clearly there's no reason to dance around the subject if his own feelings are that apparent, but it still does sound like the statement is one he has to drag out of himself.]

[isayvol]

[Lance immediately backs off, his eyes going soft. He gently puts a hand on Keith's shoulder.]

Oh... Keith, I'm so sorry.

[Especially since Sasuke seemed like a cool dude and... well... Keith obviously liked him better than Lance.]

[yousaytron]

[Keith exhales softly, a small dismissal of the other's apology.]

It's not like we were particularly close or anything, but it didn't seem right to not look for him. [And, even now, he still wants to go back out and do some more searching.]

[isayvol]

[Taking his hand back, Lance lowers it to his lap and looks at it.]

Yeah. I get that.

[He sighs and leans back.]

Hey, if you want some help, I can definitely lend you a hand...

[yousaytron]

[Here he sighs softly, letting his own tension drop a little now that the cat of why he's here in the first place is out of the bag and just feeling... tired.]

I dunno. [He doesn't like feeling so indecisive about what he wants to do from here, but right now,] I'm just kinda tired now. It's been a few days. I heard that gods can disappear for good without a trace, and that's... probably what happened here. [Hmm.] He mentioned having problems with sticking around in groups before, so I thought, maybe...

[You know.]

[isayvol]

[Lance nods, understandingly.]

You were hoping he'd just run off for a bit. I get it.

[He gestures around, widely.]

Well, you really are welcome to stay. I've got a room made up for you and everything. So you don't even have to sleep on the couch.

[yousaytron]

[Still, it feels kind of foolish in hindsight.]

His temple disappeared and everything... [He sighs, heavy and tired. But, the offer is actually pretty welcome, he's just having a lot of trouble expressing it well in this state.] Thanks. [So heartfelt.] I mean, even a couch would be better than nothing.

[isayvol]

Well don't you worry! I'm not going anywhere anytime soon!

[At least not without Keith. Nope.]

So you'll have a room here for as long as you're here.

[He puffs up. Hoping he seems cool.]

[yousaytron]

You say that, but it doesn't seem like the kind of thing anyone has any control over.

[He isn't... mad about it, exactly. It's a frustrating prospect, and part of him is just being combative because it feels like the natural thing to do in this situation, but he also doesn't really want to even start to get his hopes up that anything is really permanent here.

But,] I'll take the room as long as it's here. I'm your shinki too, after all.

[isayvol]

[Lance waves a hand.]

You let me worry about that, Keith-y boy. I promise they can't force me away. I'm too stubborn.

[...ah, but yay! Keith is gonna be staying with him! That fills Lance with warm fuzzies.]

Great! I'll... uh... make sure everything's not dusty, then. So you can... avoid allergies or something.

[yousaytron]

[Keith-y boy...........

...

He'll let it slide. For now.]

How kind of you. [Even in this circumstance, he can't stop himself from getting a snide comment in. Excellent.]

[isayvol]

[...............

Lance narrows his eyes.]

Do I detect a hint of sarcasm, Mullet?

[Ohgodno, not with that nickname.]

[yousaytron]

[Oh man, he really wants to rise to that bait, but as it is, he can only allocate so much energy to being a petty and combative teenager right now, so instead he just kind of groans.]

How about we don't do this right now?

[As if he didn't start it or something.]

[isayvol]

[...erk. Okay, fair point. Lance just ... takes a deep breath and lets it out.]

Right. Right. Sorry.

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

Ugh. I'm just gonna... go then. Let me know if you need anything. Okay?

[yousaytron]

[... He sort of feels like he may have messed up a little. And he also sort of feels like he should say something to smooth it over.]

I mean it, though. Thanks.

[It's kind of a hard point to reiterate, but he does sound sincere about it at least.]