closed / lion squad

[loverboi]

Who: Blue Lion House + Voltron House!
When: 3/18
Where: Voltron House
What: Lance invites Bernie over and lets her bring over her two cool roommates.
Warnings: None, will update as necessary!

[ it started out as a simple hang out with bernadetta. lance and bernie had gotten into the swing of going on friend-dates (which were often misinterpreted as being actual dates), and this was just going to be another one of those in which bernie was going to teach lance how to draw. that quickly changed, though, when lance remembered that felix and sylvain were her roommates, and look. they're cool dudes, okay. the friend-date turned into a mini party and lance actually had to prepare some food for everyone to dig into. gotta be a good host, after all!

he'd given the rest of the house a voltron head's up and sent them invites as well, and now, they're here in the lounging area of the mansion. well, supposedly. it's possible that cryptids like keith are coming in and out of the house, who heckin' knows. ]

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A.

[marmoron]

[Keith opens the door, catches a whiff of that wonderful smell and....]

No.

[Clearly the guy can't be Lance's friend. Lance has some obvious standards for hygiene and all.]

Who are you looking for?

[finesseblade]

[ Felix—not about to be turned away—puts a hand out to stop the door should Keith, goddess forbid, try to shut it in his face. He can smell the lingering scent of parchment paper and Bernadetta's plants on the doorstep that indicate her presence. ]

Bernadetta. I know she's here, [ he says flatly, not amused, ] so you can reconsider sending me on my way.

[marmoron]

[He hasn't attempted to shut the door (yet), but the way Felix looks as though he wants to barge right on in makes Keith's brow furrow in not-so-subtle dislike.

And well. It's starting to make sense if the dude isn't really Lance's friend, but Bernadetta's. He's gonna have to update his mental image on the sorts of people the girl befriends, but that aside.....

Speaking of putting things aside though. You know who decidedly is not doing that? It's Keith. He continues to stand in the middle of the doorway.]

What's your business with Bernadetta?

[You know. Just in case the dude is a stalker of hers or something. You never know???]

[finesseblade]

Business?

[ He's taken aback at the implication, just for a moment, and then the flat look turns into an open scowl. Felix draws himself up to his full height ( which is, honestly, not much height at all ) and steps a little closer, a growl bubbling in his throat. One could blame the Turnskin in him for this, but honestly, most of it is just same ol' Felix. ]

She's my friend. She lives in my house. Are you going to keep wasting my time, or are you going to let me in?

[ At least he's not technically threatening violence. Yet. ]

[marmoron]

[Oh. Okay. So this is what's going on, is it. Felix straightens up and as vertically challenged as he may be, Keith is still a little shorter than him. That's fine. He meets Felix's intimidation tactic with the flattest of flat expresions, tone about as dry as the Sahara.]

You want to come inside my house? Leave the swords at the door.

[finesseblade]

[ His hand goes immediately to the hilt of his nearest blade—not because he intends to draw it, but Keith said leave the swords behind and, well, his protective instincts all fired at once. Can't make him leave his swords, those are his babies.

He whuffs sharply, fingers curling about the hilt of the blade tightly. ]

I don't leave my swords with strangers. They're expensive, and well-crafted. I don't trust them in the hands of just anyone.

[marmoron]

[Keith follows the motion of Felix's hands, still unfazed for now. Then looking the guy dead in the eyes, he raises an eyebrow.]

You calling me a thief?

[Said like he hasn't stolen a car in the past, but shh.]

You've got some nice swords, I'll give you that. But I've got my own. Don't need yours.

[finesseblade]

[ Felix snorts derisively, an entirely different gleam in his eyes now. Yeah, they're nice swords. Good somebody here can see it. ]

Oh? You have an eye for craftsmanship, do you?

[ But hey, maybe he's a little curious about these other swords, and if they're as well-made. He's always looking for new smiths to patronize, after all.

So, after a moment, he grudgingly relents. ]

I'll make you a deal. You show me your blades, and I'll leave mine at the door. Just know if anything happens to them, I will hunt down the culprit.