Alice the Infallible (phosphoromancy) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2017-12-06 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, alice quinn, lance |
WHO: Alice Quinn & Lance
WHERE: Bluebonnet Village; Unit 7
WHEN: December 5th, early morning
WHAT: Alice surprises her neighbor.
RATING: G. It's just cute.
STATUS: log; completed
Alice shut the door behind her and turned to give a tug on the handle. Confident now that it had locked upon her exit, she turned and made her way from her own apartment in the direction of the number Shiro had told her was Lance and Keith's. It was fairly early in the morning, and probably considered too early in the day as far as teenage boys were concerned, but Alice didn't want to necessarily wait too long for what she planned on doing today. Swung across her chest was a small duffle bag that housed a few necessary items. Like usual, she wore a dress that brushed around her knees and looked very conservative in appearance. Her keys were pocketed in her dress but in her other hand held a chilled bottle of water, which she had pressed between her forefinger and middle finger, letting it swing back and forth as she walked. Stopping in front of the apartment door, she gave a knock that was both loud enough to be heard but not alarming. She hadn't exactly called or texted to inform either resident that she was stopping by. Once she'd knocked, she took a step back so she wasn't pressed up against the door, and waited. Luckily for Alice, Lance was at least partly awake, which meant that his usual habit of wearing headphones to bed had been squared away about fifteen minutes ago. It also meant that he could hear the knocking. Still, lack of a schedule had led to a few other side effects: namely having no real standardized wake-up time and being in a half-zombie state until downing a cup of something with caffeine in it. He stared in the direction the knocking was coming from, and was nearly about to yell for Keith to go deal with it. ...except he had a vague recollection about Keith saying something and leaving a few minutes ago. It was with that that Lance pulled himself up to his feet, his slippers shuffling along the floor as he more or less drooped over to it. He flipped the lock open, then pulled the door back -- then he flinched at the sunlight, and squinted at the figure standing on the doorstep while his eyes fought to adjust. “Hi?” "Good morning, Neighbor," Alice said, as the bottle of water tapped against her hip. She looked at him with a half amused smile and an arched brow. He didn't look like he'd been awake really. She raised her free hand, looking at the band on her wrist, then her eyes moved back up to look at Lance. "It isn't that early," she added before taking in a breath. "Can I come in?" The voice tipped Lance off before he could make out the blonde hair and glasses. It instantly turned his uncertain frown into a small smile. Right. Because Alice lived all of a few doors away. Not that he could recall telling her that, but it wasn’t a thought at the forefront of his morning-addled brain. “Oh -- yeah, yeah come in,” Lance offered, moving aside and almost stumbling backwards through the front entry. He caught himself with the doorknob and mostly managed to swing himself into a semi-bow to smooth out the flail. “I’m just going to say that space time works different. Trust me, you miss a few vargas of sleep and you’re off the whole day.” She continued her look of amusement as she stepped in, honestly rather impressed with how he'd managed to catch himself from the stumble. She just shook her head lightly and waited for him to shut the door. "I am going to trust you on that," she agreed. While there'd been a period where she'd understood everything in the universe, or at least her universe, that information had begun to slip away from her like sand through finger tips. Even with her frantic note taking, it had went away quicker than she could retain it, and it was a point of frustration. But that wasn't information that would have even been relevant in helping her in relation to the Paladin's universe. Completely different, though she did wonder if it was accessible via the Neitherlands. She crossed her arms, letting the water bottle rest over top of one of them, before raising an eyebrow. "Is this a bad time? Are you going to want to go back to bed?" The door clinked! shut finally, and Lance took the opportunity to rub a bit more sleep out of his eyes. Aside from the fact that he was wearing a cheap tourist shirt from Mexico to sleep in and his shorts were about as dressy as his whole look was at the moment given his barefeet, he wondered if he really looked that out of it. A still-bleary part of his mind chimed in with a helpful confirmation that, yes, this wasn’t an impressive show of… well, anything, let alone alertness. Good thing he was sure there wasn’t any chance of winning Alice’s attention when Shiro had already clinched it. “Nah, it’s fine,” Lance assured, forcing himself to snap out of it a little more. “Want coffee? We, uh… we have instant stuff. It’s horrible, but it sure works if you need to wake up.” The downside of taking a 2-week vacation: lack of funding meant a lot of questionable choices in the pantry stock. She repressed the urge to make a face at the notion of instant coffee. Instead, she just shook her head in response. "I'm alright, thank you." She didn't move far into his apartment. She didn't know him well enough to do so. "You should probably make you a cup, though," she commented, giving a slight smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on an adventure with me and I don't want you falling asleep on your feet." He’d been on his way to the kitchen, anyway, since the living room space was a sad, sterile thing. It still had furniture, but there was only one or two personal touches that spoke anything of the two teenagers who lived here. It just wasn’t much to look at, so Lance figured the kitchen was a better bet. At least there were… seashells? And a few things stuck to the fridge. It was a smaller space with at least some personality. “Good id--” Lance turned, realizing Alice was lingering back. He popped his head back into the living room. “Idea,” he finished, as he waved her to come inside. Then, he stopped. “Wait, what?” Realizing now that he had meant for her to follow, her cheeks flushed just slightly, before she moved forward to follow him. She was just stepping into the kitchen when he asked the question. Her smirk returned. "Which part? The adventure or the falling asleep? You did look like I just woke you," she pointed out with an amused tone. “We’re going somewhere?” Lance asked Alice. It was an earnest question, asked because he wasn’t sure if he’d maybe agreed to something when he was totally out of it. Meanwhile, his arm was blindly grasping for one of two mugs that existed in the entirety of the apartment. Eventually he found the handle and pulled it towards him. “I mean, I’ve been up at least fifteen minutes, so the magic’s gonna kick in about five minutes. Just you wait,” he added. Really, if he’d been on a regular schedule, had a full night’s sleep, and had any chance to do his usual nighttime facemask, the magic would’ve already kicked in. Unfortunately, this was an off morning. He was trying his best. "I'd like to," she said with a nod of her head. She had shifted to lean against the wall, hands folded in front of her dress. "I'm asking if you want to. Or do you want to know where before you agree?" Then she gave a bit of a huge of laughter. "I believe that." She had a distant memory of Charlie as a teenager, struggling to gather his energy when he first woke. She pushed that thought aside immediately. The microwave whirred to life as Lance popped in his mug full of water. He turned back to Alice, still mildly confused. But then something clicked in a way that only the mind of Lance could click. His uncertain expression shifted into a sly smile. “Are you asking me out?” His tone was playful, but as any paladin of Voltron could tell you, Lance rarely passed up on trying his chances. Even if he knew Shiro had him beat. Even if this was just a little dream world in Lance’s own head. Alice's eyebrows came together in confusion and the expression was unable to be hid. But then she gave him an exasperated look. She leaned forward and swung the waterbottle out, with just enough force that it would hit his shoulder, as she shook her head. "Keep dreaming, big mouth," she commented, giving him a very pointed look. He'd just announced to all their friends about her and Shiro, hadn't he? "I promised you we'd go to Cuba. Let's go to Cuba." At least Lance had the presence of mind to look scolded. He flinched slightly at the mild smack, more because it hit him right in his pride. The pointed look just drove the message home. Shiro must have mentioned that all of Voltron’s currently present members knew that he was in a Thing of unnamed seriousness with Alice. Luckily, the follow up to a somewhat crushed dream and light reprimand was enough to set Lance back to rights. His eyes brightened up, moreso than any amount of awful coffee would have accomplished. “What -- what like right now? Today?” Lance didn’t know why, but he glanced out the window, as if something about the weather outside in Texas might be helpful. He looked back to Alice. “Me?” "Today," she reaffirmed as she craned her neck to look towards the window. She gave a mild raise of an eyebrow before shaking her head and looking back to him when he had turned around. "Yes, you." She couldn't help but smile a little. She didn't have magic, and this was going to be a knock against her pride by having to ask for help, but she wanted to do it. "We need to swing by my…" she almost said the word 'friends,' but opted not to "...old place. Got to get someone to make us identification just in case anyone stops us while we are there." She paused. "And we can only go for the day." She figured she could take him back later if it went well. Maybe take Keith and the others next time, too. Suddenly, the coffee mug and the sad coffee-like drink inside it didn’t seem overly necessary. A day in Cuba? Today in Cuba. And today was already wasting away. He barely even processed the rest of what Alice was saying as he set the mug down and started to race for the hallway. “I gotta get dressed,” he called over his shoulder. A thump on the stairs was telling enough that he’d slipped in his scramble. “GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES!” Another thump, this time with a miscalculation in opening his bedroom door. |