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[tempredmental]

[The angle when the feed came on indicated that something had brushed the comm and activated it without Keith's knowledge. He'd been scrolling through the feed, and then apparently set the video on when he put the comm to the side.

He was muttering to himself...]

...personal vehicles showing up... ...'d be nice to have my hoverbike... ...could fix it up again or something... ...had to before...

[A paw suddenly covered the video with a fffsshh noise, and Keith's muffled voice said something about Snow getting off the communicator. He grabbed it from under her paw, the video shaky and rotating around kind of quickly until it settled on his face.]

Aw, you turned it on? C'mon...

[Keith fumbled a bit more with the thing until he finally just spoke up and addressed the device.]

Sorry about that. Cats, am I right?

[He gave a little awkward laugh, then spun the device around to show the cat in question, looking like a perfectly disinterested snow leopard cub, and then turned it back to himself with a small shrug before disconnecting.]

Comments

[the_tailor]

Wow. Excuse me! You're supposed to go "Oh, Lance, you're so strong though, you could take anything the world throws at you!"

[Pout, pout.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith just looked amused now.]

You screamed at everything back then. The guys in jail would have had a field day with you.

You've gotten better, though.

[the_tailor]

I did not scream at everything. Don't you slander me, hothead.

[...He kind of did.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith just silently raise an eyebrow at the camera. Really, Lance?]

[the_tailor]

I can't believe you'd attack your dear, beloved husband like this. Hear that, Oliver? Look at what I gotta put up with hearing!

[The otter pet, offscreen, begins squeaking. What he means is anyone's guess.]

[tempredmental]

Huh... he sounds like you used to.

[Keith chuckled a little.]

[the_tailor]

He did not! You'd never say anything like that about me, right, lil' guy?

[More otter squeaking, and Oliver hops onto Lance's lap, leaning in and sniffing at the camera before pawing at it.]

Hey, careful with that--

[tempredmental]

[Keith just laughed.]

[the_tailor]

Stop laughing at meeeee!

[tempredmental]

Oh, c'mon. You know I'm not laughing at you. Stop whining so much.

[the_tailor]

I'm not whining, you're whining!

[Lance may be well into his 20s, but there's always going to be that seventeen year old self of his somewhere. Sometimes.]

[tempredmental]

You are so! [And Keith was very likely to fall into the banter trap every time it was sprung.]

[the_tailor]

I am so not.

[Will they ever change? Likely not.]

[tempredmental]

That is most definitely a whiny tone of voice you're using.

[Keith was willing to die on this hill at this point...]

[the_tailor]

Says who?

[Good thing Lance is just as stubborn.]

[tempredmental]

Uh, probably like everyone.

[Insert more eye rolling here.]

[the_tailor]

Well, I don't hear everyone saying that. Just some dummy with a questionable haircut.

[When all else fails, fall back to the classics...]

[tempredmental]

[Keith narrowed his eyes.]

There is nothing wrong with my haircut!