Flower Boy - Klance | completed |

Ch. Eleven

Ch. Eleven

Keith sat at a long-ass table in a long-ass dining room, squished between Natalia and Shiro as the clinking of forks against plates filled the otherwise silent house, accompanied by the murmuring and stifled laughter of the kids that shared the room.

Ten people were in the middle of digging into ropa vieja, a traditional Cuban dish, and Keith was busy nibbling on the occasional forkful when, under the table, he felt a socked foot forcefully bump into his own. Raising his eyes to the seat across from him, Lance sat quietly, focused on his food and nothing else.

Keith passed it off as an accident and continued to eat, savoring the taste as best as he could. He jerked back in the next second, however, because suddenly that same damn foot was on his leg. He instinctively kicked back with the intention of murder, and Lance followed suit, hitting the ball of his foot onto Keith's toes. The Korean pressed his hand to his lips to hide the smile that he could feel beginning to grow, bumping him back. Lance snorted, a grin lifting his lips.

After another hit on Lance's end, Keith hummed, stretching his foot so his toenails could be felt through the sock and jabbing them into Lance's foot before he could raise suspicion.

Lance yelped and jerked back, loudly slamming his knee into the underside of the table so hard the dinner plates shook. Keith coughed into a laugh before he could stop himself, covering his face with his hands as his shoulders began to shake. Lance also huffed a grin when his siblings had instinctively quieted, and Keith felt his toes twitch against where they were resting on his leg.

"Lance, Keith, stop playing footsie under the table and help with the dishes," Daniela called from where she stood at the sink, and Keith could hear Sebastián trying to muffle his laughter from the other end of the table. Lance rolled his eyes but pushed his chair back nonetheless, scooping up his plate, along with Venita and Dominic's.

Keith followed suit, politely taking Natalia's plate as well as his own when he noticed she was done. Lance was standing quietly behind Daniela as he waited for her to step aside, and Keith joined him, choosing to ignore the tingling feeling that flashed through his chest when their shoulders brushed. Lance glanced over with a pout, hands tightening around his plate. "You stabbed me!"

Keith couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of the statement, raising his eyebrows incredulously. "With my feet?"

"You know damn well what you did," Lance retorted, sticking his nose in the air. Keith didn't take his statement too seriously, as Daniela turned, whacking him upside the head before pushing her long hair over her shoulder. "Language."

"That's not even a curse word!" Lance whined without hesitation, rubbing his temple, and Keith found himself throwing his head back with a sharp laugh. "You have one of those, too?"

"One of what?" The Cuban boy began to gently rinse off the plates in his hands, looking back to Keith as his friend snorted, glancing at Takashi. "One of those."

"Oh, yeah," Lance nodded, stepping slightly to the left to allow Keith access to the sink while he began loading the dishwasher. "Daniela's not as bad as Shiro, though. She mostly just does it to piss me off."

"Siblings are funny like that," Keith agreed, sighing to himself as he squatted next to Lance, sliding the dinnerware into their respective slots. Lance said nothing more, but he gently bumped his shoulder into Keith's again, as if a silent acknowledgment between the two that whatever strange awkwardness that had happened in the car was in the past, and to forget about it.

Keith wasn't sure if he would forget about it anytime soon, however, but he was damn sure he wasn't gonna bring it up again if that's what Lance wanted.