[ the hand to his face has the desired effect, shoving his head far back enough that the angle puts an immediate strain on his neck. his arms loosen out of reflex, and it's all the leverage keith needs to effectively push lance back, despite his earlier advantage.
the younger boy falls back with a grunt, managing to catch himself from falling completely over with hands the ground, though his legs remain mildly tangled with the other's. there is a scowl on his face, lips already twisted around something disdainful. ]
Is that supposed to mean something to me, Keith?
[ he scoffs, even as he does feel a bit of a pang at those words. they aren't friends, not really... certainly not the best of friends... but he'd been hoping — he'd been certain for sure they were nearly there.
his lips twist into something of a sneer, one hand coming up to brush the back of it against his chin, as if to rub away the strange feeling of fur there. ]
You know — for some happy Galra lackey, you sure suck at being bad.
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the younger boy falls back with a grunt, managing to catch himself from falling completely over with hands the ground, though his legs remain mildly tangled with the other's. there is a scowl on his face, lips already twisted around something disdainful. ]
Is that supposed to mean something to me, Keith?
[ he scoffs, even as he does feel a bit of a pang at those words. they aren't friends, not really... certainly not the best of friends... but he'd been hoping — he'd been certain for sure they were nearly there.
his lips twist into something of a sneer, one hand coming up to brush the back of it against his chin, as if to rub away the strange feeling of fur there. ]
You know — for some happy Galra lackey, you sure suck at being bad.