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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[crestfallenfor]

[...Well, it could be worse. Sylvain isn't unused to seeing swords used as index finger substitutes, so he doesn't so much as flinch when he's met with one at the door.

In fact, he actually... laughs. Quietly, sure - an amused little chuckle, like something's clicking into place.]

You must be Keith.

[Yeah, he's heard about you, buddy.]

Nice to finally meet you.

[And he'll give a short little half-bow by way of greeting before actually going to remove his weapons without a fuss. No sense in making a scene anyway, and he doesn't feel like they'll be necessary.

So there goes a sword from his belt. And a knife. And another knife out of his boot. Look, just because he didn't drag his lance along doesn't mean he's unarmed.]

[marmoron]

[A couple of things are clicking into place here. First, the horrifying realization that Lance has been sayign things about him to people and he doesn't know what. Part of him is tempted to ask, but the part of him that suspects he's better off not knowing keeps him quiet on that front. Second, and much more to his personal interest, the dude is a walking-talking armory apparently. And well... Keith can respect that.]

Yeah, well it's a pleasure. [...Probably. Flat toned delivery aside, that counts as being sociable, right.] What was your name again? Silver?

[Look, he's really shitty with names.... but seeing as Silver/Sylvan/Sylvio/Syllfalalala seems to be chill for now, Keith resheathes his own sword. And notably doesn't put it away in the closet like he's bossing around others to do.... woop.]

[crestfallenfor]

[Lance hasn't said much... just that Keith and Felix are similar. Which told Sylvain enough to be able to recognize that, yes, this guy was Keith. Whether that was complimentary or not would be up to, well, Keith. And Felix. But so it goes. And as to the point of him being an armory... he didn't even bring the weapons he's best with, because walking into someone's home with a big spooky lance and a battleaxe didn't seem... appropriate.]

Hah, I'll see to it that it is. [A wink and a grin are tossed Keith's way before the name mix up has to make him laugh.]

Close. It's Sylvain.

[Look, Keith could have done much worse... and he also has the right to traipse around his own home armed, so there won't even be so much as a raised eyebrow at him keeping his sword with him.]

[marmoron]

[The wink is getting an immediate raised eyebrow, though he doesn't comment right away. A pinch uncertainly, he continues.]

Sylvain. Got it. Sorry. Got a bad head for names.

[A beat.]

The bathroom's over there if you've got something in your eye.