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Hey, it's Pidge. Can't answer right now-- Rover quit it! --so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.
Rover, what did I say--?!?!

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[spacebaloney]

Graveyards are never full. Just stack the bodies on top the other other bodies. Who's gonna complain? Dead men don't complain!

[Or dead boogers, but that's not the point here. The point is that Pidge moving away still in the wrong direction (to him, woman, the right direction is to him!) and Lance is concerned she'll stumble again. Well, not so much concerned about her stumbling and more like he would like her to trip and fall so he can rush over and grab her before she can get back on her feet so all this ends in an easy win for him. Lance might be a gentleman sometimes, but he can totally be an asshole too. A loving asshole.]

Eh, no one will notice a little of your snot on your shirt. At this point, we kind of expect it out of you when you deign to come out of the basement. [He smirks, knowing if she keeps walking where she is, Pidge will eventually read the shoreline and Lance knows she isn't the best at swimming.] Also, still wrong on the direction. You might as well just come to me and get this over with before a Voltorb takes you into the sea forever.

[pidge_out]

Me. I'm complaining. Hence I have closed the graveyard.

[Pidge makes a face at what Lance says next, halfway between "How dare you" and "That's kind of fair." Because she does feel both of those things at once, even if she won't say either of them out loud. Instead she spares a quick glance behind her, just to make sure that she's not about to walk into the surf.]

Or you could hurry up and tell me where-- [Aaaaand that's about when she does finally trip over her own feet-] GAHHKK!! [-and go tumbling into the sand, the lights on her shoes going wild.]

[spacebaloney]

You can't close booger graveyards. That's like against the rules or some shit.

[He really could just tell her where they're going tonight, but even if Lance wanted to, Pidge eating it on the sand pulls him up short and he's running towards her. Only he's not about to rescue her, no, no. He instead takes this moment to gloat and drags his entire hand across her shirt, making sure to get her good and grody.]

And there we go. Now wasn't that easier than fighting me?

[Lance knows Pidge will make him pay for his in some form later on, but right now, the risk is worth it.]

[pidge_out]

[Defeat tastes like horrible, nasty beach sand. She can't even say anything about Lance taking the opportunity to wipe imaginary boogers all over her shirt, because of course he did. Right now she has sand everywhere, and she knows she's going to be finding more of it all day which sucks because she really did try hard to dress like a human being that knows how clothes work. So she doesn't move right away. She just lays there, staring up at the sky, partially buried and groaning in complaint.]

I blame you for this. One hundred percent.

[spacebaloney]

Mmmhmm. I love you too, my little booger queen.

[With a pat to her shoulder, Lance shifts to sliding his hands under Pidge, helping her to sit up and then hopefully, onto her feet. She really looks a hot mess with grains of sand all over her, but at least he has the decency to start brushing off what he can reach.]

Blame me all you want, but we both know it was your own feet you tripped on.

[pidge_out]

[She doesn't protest as he helps her to her feet, just kind of... glares indignantly at some random spot in the distance. There isn't even any real anger behind any of it and certainly nothing directed at anyone but herself. Because Lance is right; she did trip over her own feet. How dumb is that.]

...You were distracting me.

[Yep, that's her story and she's sticking with it. And she's definitely not pouting by the time her gaze resettles on Lance's face.]

With your booger-crusted fingers.