#instincts-over-mind

[lxnce-mcclxin-blog]

10-41 | Lance + Keith + Poco

[ @instincts-over-mind / @poco-don ]

     THIS WAS UNEXPECTED.

     The day had been completely uneventful until now, abruptly put into motion when Lance found the kid wandering around alone in the crowded shopping district of Aurora. He’d been taught about how to deal with these kinds of cases before, but he never thought he’d actually be the one to deal with a lost child before this incident. Remembering the tips he learned, he crouched down until he was about eye-level with the boy, and tried to be as gentle as he could with him.

     “Hey, kiddo,” he really wasn’t sure how to go about something like this. “Are you all alone out here? Do you know where your parents are?” That was probably too many questions for the tyke to understand, but he needed answers before he chose to bring him back to the station. If he had any information on his clothes or his backpack, it’d definitely be crucial to getting him home as soon as possible.

     McClain was never good with kids, but he wasn’t going to be a jerk to them. Especially a lost one. Well, unless they were jerks to him, like that one twerpy kid who came into the station with a paintball gun and tried holding him hostage. Yeah, he was pretty sure that thing would be behind bars within the next fifteen years.

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drunk punch / klance

kill me now I got this out so late!! also mentions from the lovely Nioh thread happening! [ @instincts-over-mind ]

     Stupid Keith. Stupid masquerade. 

     The fact that he had to be dragged there to participate in a masquerade wasn’t so cool. Too many fancy people in fancy clothes laughing with that weird rich person laugh. He supposed half of them were pretending. It felt like a 5th-grade dance all over again, and there he was beside the punch bowl.

     He took a sip of punch from the fake champagne glasses they gave out. It... didn’t taste the same. Not like the normal punch. He caught onto it pretty quickly--- someone spiked the punch bowl. He pretended like it never happened, however; it would liven up the night a little. As long as he made sure people didn’t try to drive home, he still had some cop in him.

     He saw a familiar tuxedo-adorned mullet through the crowd and made his way over to Keith. “Keith! Hey!” He laid a firm hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

[fatenet-events]

"One more bid {on Ritsu}" - Keith

Keith bids on Ritsu

-AM

[messianic-casualty-blog]

💏 - Keith and Saihara teehee

fifty ways to kiss someone. - 26. …as an apology.@instincts-over-mind

Ah, maybe he’d teased a little too much. Nio was the type, when comfortable, to prod and giggle over little things, to lay out conversations but constantly disengage to tease over a stumble or misunderstanding, and...

Now, Keith was pouting not that he would admit it. And it was cute! He was almost tempted to poke fun at that action, except that would be way too much, they weren’t that close yet.

So he leans over, marveling over their matched height, lifts onto his toes, and presses a feather-light kiss to Keith’s forehead. An unspoken apology that would redirect the conversation for sure.

19. ...for luck@kusaihara@natsun-suoh

It’s for fun and games, and so, Natsukage rationalizes, it's for a good cause. It’s all fine and good. Saihara is just standing there, too, a perfect victim in the perfect crime murder and pain dutifully excluded.

He steels himself. Leans in. Takes the cowards way out and pecks Saihara’s cheek, gently, before pulling down his goggles and looking away, red as roses.

    “It’s for luck, not that I particularly need it. I mean- yeah, a kiss for good luck, every little bit counts, and if I win...?” Ah, he was starting to ramble, time to make a sudden stop. He barely manages not to bite his own lip. “Well, see you after.”

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👋 - Keith

Send 👋 to brush hair out of my muse’s face.@preppy-noodlepuppy@instincts-over-mind

Hitohito doesn’t move while Keith messes with his hair, but he does fight the urge to smile and lean into his hand. He’s not a dog- or that weak to physical affection! Probably!

    “Are we okay with this now?” He leans forward, now grinning goofily, and pokes Keith’s cheek a few times before mimicking what his friend was doing with his hair. “Hey, is this alright?”

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Mess Maker [ Kᴇɪᴛʜ ☆ Lᴀɴᴄᴇ ]

     [ @instincts-over-mind​ here it is lmao ]

     Mistakes happened too often for Lance, it seemed. He knew Keith would give him shit for this, but it was too late, and before he knew it he was standing in front of his rival’s door. McClain took a deep breath and quickly knocked against the solid wood.

     He stood there silently before he realized what he was doing. “Keith! Are you in there?” He took a step backward. “I gotta talk to you! I have uh..” His eyes glanced down at the bowl of food in his hands. “I have something for you!” Shouting at a neighbor at 1:15 am didn’t seem like a good idea, but he had to do it if he wanted to get rid of these leftovers.