💙❤️𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤❤️💙

😊😊Facemasks😊😊

"Very well, Keith," Lance began, his voice brimming with conviction. "If you desire to attain the radiant and flawless skin that adorns my own countenance, then the path you must tread is that of face masks."

Keith scoffed dismissively, his eyes rolling in an almost exaggerated manner. Face masks had never been part of his skincare routine, and he hadn't seen the need for them. His complexion, free from the perils of acne or blackheads, had always served him well. Nevertheless, Lance had identified clogged pores as a concern, and so they now found themselves assembled within Lance's chamber. The self-proclaimed "pro" at applying face masks, Lance, had determined that everyone should partake in this collective pursuit of perfection. Their positions were arranged throughout the room, awaiting Lance's deft touch to administer the masks.

A perplexed expression etched itself upon Coran's face as he voiced his confusion, "Lance, could you kindly elucidate the intricacies of this 'face mask' ritual?"

Lance, exuding an air of nonchalance, responded, "Fear not, for it is a simple affair. I shall apply the mask to your visage using a brush, allowing it to settle for approximately 30 minutes until it achieves the desired dryness. Thereafter, it may be effortlessly peeled off."

His gaze shifting toward Lance, Coran's mustachioed countenance prompted a peculiar predicament. Lance's quick thinking brought forth a resolution, "Ah, I shall bestow upon you the moistened variants to accommodate your splendid facial hair." With a shrug, Lance unsealed the face masks, retrieving a brush with practiced ease.

"Now, let me acquaint you with the trifecta of face masks at our disposal," Lance commenced, a sense of enthusiasm infusing his every word. "Firstly, we have the wet masks, which necessitate a mere 20-minute application. Secondly, behold the cucumber masks, their emerald allure demanding 30 minutes to attain the pinnacle of desiccation. Lastly, the charcoal masks, renowned for their efficacy in combating blackheads and similar afflictions, mandate an additional 50 minutes of patience."

A momentary exchange of hesitant glances permeated the room. Resolute not to provoke Lance's ire, the team tentatively selected their preferred mask. Allura, Hunk, Pidge, Shiro, and Coran opted for the wet masks, as anticipated for novices in this realm. Lance turned his attention to Keith, observing the intensity with which he surveyed the choices. Keith, a newcomer to this practice and embodying the greatest hesitancy, seemed on the brink of decision-making paralysis.

Perceiving Keith's profound contemplation, Shiro voiced his concern, "Keith, you appear transfixed by these face masks."

Directing his gaze towards Lance, Keith queried, "I could abstain from selecting any?"

Lance met Keith's gaze with an inscrutable expression, prompting Keith to interpret the silence as a resolute denial. Sighing in resignation, Keith reluctantly acquiesced, "Very well, then. Enlighten me. Which mask would you recommend?"

A surge of elation animated Lance's features, as Keith's inquiry took him by surprise. "Given your concerns with clogged pores, I would highly endorse the verdant cucumber mask," Lance proclaimed his smile a testament to his unwavering conviction. Keith grimaced, though not excessively so, and remarked, "Very well, it seems I shall subject myself to the green mask."

While Lance adroitly distributed the wet masks among the team members, reserving Keith's chosen cucumber mask, initial murmurs of discomfort arose, accentuating the masks' coolness upon contact with the skin. Lance, responding with a touch of sass, retorted, "Did you expect them to provide a warm embrace?"

Having attended to everyone else, Lance approached Keith, grasping his chin with an unanticipated gesture that left Keith flustered. Imbuing the brush with the invigorating green mask, Lance commenced its application upon Keith's complexion, prompting a slight flinch in response to the mask's chilling effect.

Seeking to alleviate any discomfort caused, Lance apologized, "Apologies for the cold sensation." With a swift dip of the brush into the mask, he continued applying it to Keith's skin.

Keith emitted a soft hum, surrendering to the brush's gentle caress, finding solace in its touch. Once Lance concluded his task, he too decided to partake in the ritual, applying a mask to his own countenance.

Twenty minutes elapsed, prompting Lance to instruct Allura, Coran, Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk to remove their masks, which they did with gratitude. Expressing their appreciation, they left the room, allowing Lance and Keith a moment of solitude, their countdown clock displaying a mere ten minutes. Lance busied himself with the masks' disposal, and Keith, resigned to the passage of time, awaited its conclusion. Silence enveloped the room, their masked visages precluding any conversation that might disrupt the masks' integrity.

With the timer's resounding beep, their masks now ready for removal, both Lance and Keith sprang into action. Lance gingerly peeled off his mask, wincing slightly as it tugged at the fine facial hairs. Having completed the task, he proceeded to rinse his face. Keith, however, remained uncertain, grappling with the mechanics of mask removal. Anticipating Keith's predicament, Lance dried his face and directed his gaze toward Keith's lingering mask.

"Why have you not removed yours yet?" Lance queried, his tone a mix of curiosity.

"I... I am unsure of the proper technique, and witnessing your removal process seemed somewhat uncomfortable," Keith admitted, his voice betraying a hint of apprehension.

Reassuringly, Lance responded, "The discomfort was minimal, a consequence of the mask clinging to the fine hairs upon my face." Stepping closer to Keith, Lance scrutinized his countenance, searching for an optimal starting point. Finding it, he delicately initiated the peeling process, prompting a wince from Keith. Lance sought to alleviate his discomfort, offering a soothing touch to Keith's shoulder.

With the final removal of the mask, Keith followed Lance's instruction to rinse his face. Obliging, Keith dried his face and scrutinized his reflection in the mirror, while Lance silently admired the newfound clarity of Keith's complexion.

"I still appear unchanged," Keith deadpanned, his tone laden with muted disappointment.

Lance regarded Keith with an impassive expression. "What did you expect? A transformation into a being of verdant hue?" he retorted, his eyes rolling in exasperation.

"In all honesty, that thought did cross my mind," Keith confessed, turning away and exiting the bathroom.

Lance, facepalming at the remark, followed Keith's retreating figure. "Rest assured, Keith, your skin is now immaculate," he reassured.

As Keith's fingers gingerly grazed his newly softened skin, he relished in its supple texture, a sensation he desired to preserve. However, he understood that the path to maintaining such perfection lay in the repetition of the mask ritual. An audible groan escaped Keith's lips, prompting Lance to regard him with concern.

"Lance, might we perhaps..." Keith began, his sentence left unfinished, a plea implicit in his gaze.

Comprehending Keith's unspoken request, Lance responded with a reassuring smile. "Of course, Mullet. Count on it."
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A/N: I decided to edit this chapter!

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