Break Bad

Apprehension; The death of action.

June 29th, 10:33AM.

Lance tossed the furniture polish back into the cupboard, and patted the asshole chair.
"There, nice and fresh."
He said in a chipper tone.

"That chair doesn't deserve your attention."
Keith said, as he poured the coffee grounds into the coffee pot, and started their second pot of coffee.

"Are you jealous of the chair?"
Lance asked with a chuckle, as he sat down at the table.

"No, I just hate that chair."

"It's a nice chair Keith! It's like a... darkish red. That's a really nice color. It's probably a special kind of wood."

Keith scoffed.
"Then we can sell it."

"Nope. I like it. You have your dining chair with the cushion, I get my pretty red wood chair."

Keith shook his head with a smile as he turned on the coffee pot.
"Whatever."
Keith stretched as much as he could to set the coffee grounds back in the top of the cupboard. Only succeeding in dropping it on his own head. Thankfully it didn't bust open.
"Damnit. We need to start putting the coffee grounds on a lower shelf." Keith grumble as he picked up the coffee grounds bag.

"Aw, how tall are you?"
Lance asked, leaning on the table, peering at Keith as he set the coffee filters and grounds on a lower shelf within reach.

Keith turned around to look at Lance, and stuck his tongue out as he thought. And it looked adorable from Lance's point of view.
"Uh, 5'10"?"

"Aww, you're so short!"
Lance cooed, leaning his chin on his hands.

"Wha- No. Five ten is literally average in the US. And you're only like two inches taller"

"Three."

"Whatever."
Keith rolled his eyes, and huffed.

Lance persisted.
"Such an adorable little cutie."

"Lan- I- I am Not cute, I am-"

"A man, blah blah blah. You're an adorable short little oompa loo-"
Lance gasped.
"Oompa Loompa!"

Keith gave Lance a death glare, and crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter.
"You will not make that my nickname, do you understand me?"

Lance tried to argue, but Keith's purple eyes were boiling, and stern. Lance sighed.
"Fiiine. How about...Munchkin?"

"Absolutely not."

"Chipmunk?"

"No."

"Wittle Keithy weithy puffy cak-"

"No to the rest of your sentence. My name is Keith."

Lance crossed his arms. "Boyfriend's do nicknames though..."

"No

Lance whined, then let out a sigh, and dropped his head.

Keith tried to resist, but he saw the pout on Lance's lips.
'Goddamnit. He's learning.'
Keith thought bitterly.

"Fine. One nickname! But I have to approve of it. And nothing ridiculous like chipmunk. That's just embarrassing."

Lance beamed.
"Yes, of course! How about...Keither?-"
Keith shook his head no.
"-okay, then what about Keef? Ooo, I like Keef."

Keith sighed.
"I guess it's better than Keithers."

"Yay! Keef! Keefy! Keefer!"

Keith held up his hands.
"I said one!"