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"Spa Day"
"All right, Mullet! It's your turn for a spa day!" Lance appeared next to Keith on the training deck, making him jump.
"What?" Lance grabbed Keith's arm and literally dragged him out of the training deck. "Lance, my pack won't know where I'm at, and they'll tear the ship apart to find me."
"I'll tell them while you get ready." Lance led him into his room.
"Get ready?"
"Yes. You need to get undressed and put on this robe." Lance handed him an off white robe.
Keith took the robe and looked at Lance. "How undressed do I have to be?"
Lance shrugged. "Eh, whatever you feel comfortable doing." Keith nodded and took off his jacket and his utility belt. Seeing Keith following his directions, Lance turned to the communications screen everyone had in their room. His fingers paused over the panel. He had to input the room number of the Blades, but he didn't know the room number. "Uh, Mullet-"
"116." Keith slipped off his boots and took off his fingerless gloves.
"Thanks." Lance inputted the room number and was able to connect with the room. It took a couple of ticks before Thace appeared on the screen. "Hi, Thace."
"Hello, Lance."
"Keith wanted me to let you know that he is with me in my room. It's his turn for a spa day."
"What is a spa day, and what do you make it sound like we need to rescue our kit?"
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"Are you sure we need to rescue our kit?" Ulaz asked.
"No, but how Lance described spa day didn't sound like something Keith would enjoy," Thace replied. The entire pack had decided to go see if they needed to save their kit. As they neared Lance's room, they could make out a conversation between Keith and Lance.
"I wanted to eat those!"
"They're not for eating, Mullet! They are part of my face routine."
"Why do you use them on your face? That's a waste of a perfectly good cucumber!"
The four Blades looked at each other before Kolivan knocked on the door. Lance opened the door, dressed in a fluffy off white robe with Blue Lion slippers on his feet and a white paste on his face. Beyond him in the room was their kit dressed in a similar fashion (minus the slippers). It was also obvious that Lance had painted their nails different colors. Keith's nails were red, while Lance's were blue.
"Hi, guys," Lance greeted brightly. "What's up?"
"We came to check on Keith," Thace said.
"Well," Lance began, sweeping an arm in Keith's direction. "You can see he's fine."
"I mostly certainly am not! I'm in the grip of a mad man!" Keith retorted.
"Kit, do you want to leave?" Ulaz asked.
Just then, a timer went off, and, without another word, Lance grabbed Keith by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. The Blades cautiously entered the room, unsure of Lance's actions. They saw their kit's jacket, utility belt (knife and sheath included), gloves, and boots in a neat pile near the bed, where he had been sitting prior to getting dragged to the other room. Thace picked up Keith's things as they heard their kit cry out, "Finally!"
The second Keith stepped out of the bathroom sans robe Antok picked him up, flung him over his shoulder, and left Lance's room with the other three following in his wake, leaving behind a slightly confused Lance, who called out, "I wasn't done with him!"
All he got was a gruff response of "Yes, you were," but Lance wasn't sure which Blade said it.
The Blades entered their room and deposited their kit in the nest. He sat there until his pack entered the nest. He leaned against Antok, who pulled him onto his lap. Keith turned so his face was buried in Antok's neck. Antok nuzzled Keith's head and wrapped his tail around their kit's waist. Kolivan rubbed Keith's back, Thace groomed the longer strands of Keith's hair, and Ulaz nuzzled Keith's neck. Keith purred at the attention he was getting. "Thank you for getting me out of spa day. I don't think I could have handled much more."
"You're welcome, kit. Your nails do look nice with the color on there," Antok replied.
Keith brought his hands up to examine Lance's handiwork. It was a great job. "It shouldn't be that surprising, since he has such a steady hand with his bayard." Keith let his hands drop and snuggled further into Antok's chest. "Maybe I'll let him paint my nails again sometime."
Fin