[It's hard to say for sure how any of this happened, but one moment you're minding your own business, the next moment you're in a strange room with Millium. You know. Perfectly normal occurrences, no big deal.
The room itself looks like it could be one of the bedrooms inside the Lodge -- worn down and in dire need of a good cleaning. The bed's untouched, the desk is cluttered with pieces of paper with arcane jargon scribbled on them and the bookshelf is piled with books that are written in an undecipherable language.
Most pertinently, however? There are no windows, no vents and the door appears to be sealed shut. Where there ought to be a handle on the door, there is instead a note that reads:
[Everything is going exactly as it should here, there is nothing wrong!!
Though even Keith has to blink back some minor surprise when Millium just summons Lammy out of nowhere and suddenly there's a robot occupying space in his vicinity. When the punch proves ineffective, he stares first at the door, then Lammy before eventually shaking his head at Millium.]
Okay, I guess I don't get any warnings that you're gonna try something.
[IT'S FINE, it's not like he would have liked one or both of them to duck just in case the door splintered and sent pieces of wooden shrapnel flying everywhere or anything?? But quip aside, he doesn't seem pissed off]
No bombs. Got Bakugou's quirk though.
[A quick he only kinda-sorta knows how to work here. Something about leaving sweat on things and detonating it -- Bakugou why does your quirk work like this.... He breathes out moving closer to the door to give it a proper check.
Which is when he first lays eyes on that note. You can practically tell the instant the words register in his head because that's the same instant he makes a face.]
[Millium just turns and blinks owlishly at Keith before that quip registers.]
...Ohhh, right. People like to be warned about that sorta thing. Whoops.
[Okay, no, the more pressing question is why is she like this.]
Whaaat? How'd that happen? Why didn't you guys give me any cool explodey powers?
[Because you absolutely cannot be trusted with any of those powers, Millium, that's why. But oh, that sure is a face, and so she trots on over to examine the note.]
A kiss on the head, huh? ...Well, that's one weird way to solve a puzzle, but okay.
[If he'd been more focused and not slightly preoccupied wth the bizarre clue/instructions, he might've thought better than to let out a bit of a snort at Millium's outburst, but alas...]
What, so you can be even more of a menace and a handful? You're the last person who needs explosion powers added to their arsenal.
[This may or may not be rich coming from Keith, all things considered but it's clear enough from his tone that the irony is completely lost on him here. He waves a hand somewhat dismissively.]
Anyway, that's not important right now. ]He glances at her, then very quickly glances away again and busies himself with pulling off one of his gloves.]
This is messed up and we're not kissing anything. Go duck behind Lammy for cover. Let's try it this way.
[What he's learned: Bakugou must have crazy sweaty hands at all times and he does not envy Nine at all. Keith gives his palms a rub, then places his hand on the door. Once that's said and done, he'll also go duck for cover.]
[Well now he realizes this was a mistake, and he pauses briefly to glance over his shoulder at Lammy and Millium to say....
Or okay, maybe he shouldn't say anything. Maybe he should let silence be the response she gets to her first assertion. For all the good that it's going to do....]
I just wanna make sure we exhausted all the other options first, okay?
[Because apparently this kissing on the head thing is the Worst Possible Ordeal?? Thanks, Keith. He'll lay his palm flat against the door, hope that's enough cuz it's not like he sweats profusely from his hands or whatever, and then take a few steps back to retreat behind the bookshelf.]
In 3... 2... 1
[The boom that results makes more of an impact on his ears than it does on the door which remains cheekily unscathed. Might've been a pretty predictable result, but.... he's loud sighing anyway.]
[Millium, please. He's already trying real hard not to make a face like he's been forced to suck on a lemon over this conclusion, do we have to rub it in? He'd comment to that effect as he peers out at the door from behind the bookshelf, but...]
Huh?
[Incredulity's out of his mouth before everything comes together.]
I'm not getting on my knees, we're not going along with --
[Christ, it's like her weird phrasing is only just hitting him now and it's building up to a dumb mixture of embarrassment and being way too stubborn to be embarrassed right now. He cuts himself off mid sentence then attempts to sound more authoritative.]
You started -- [Stop laughing at him, gdit!] Forget it.
[He's dropping this like it's a fuckign hot potato before she finds another way to make him feel mortified. As it s, he's already dodging eye contact and looking more at the wall above her head than at her face. Now that he's got this dumb wiener conversation in his head though, that makes the whole "kneeling down" thing even more awkward than it already did and it shows in his tense body language.]
I'm just... gonna sit.
[This is clearly the mature solution here. Keith sits stiffly, arms crossed and scowling at the floorboards. WHY THIS.]
[Well, awkward and immature or not, Millium seems pleased with this solution. She trots right on over, and plants a big ol' kiss right on top of Keet's head.
The door makes no sound or anything to indicate that this has worked. Maybe they both need to do it, or it wanted it the other way around...?]
[He's not going to ask why she's so chipper about this. In fact, he's not going to do anything but sit there stone still, holding his breath like he's waiting for the bloody apocalypse.He relaxes maybe three hairs when she moves back and then he's back to tense when he glances at the door.]
Doesn't look like it worked.
[JUST AS HE FUCKING THOUGHT. It's a trap. Clearly. He'll get up and attempt to jiggle the door open to no result.]
So now what.
[Cuz obviously the idea of trying this the other way around is just not even worth trying.]
[Okay so he has some fresh thoughts about the door being sentient and oddly specific in its apparent perversion, but first:]
...Are you mad at me?
[The confusion there's genuine. He didn't think he'd said anything wrong, Is he supposed to find Millium charming or whatever?? He turns away from the door, giving her his full attention.]
I just keep forgettin' how dense you really are 'til things like this come up. And thinkin' that hey, after everything else, you oughta know by now that bein' a little snuggly isn't gonna kill you. I mean, nothing else did.
[Dense. Gah, that's so blunt on her part that the response is practically automatic, but he does force himself to drop the issue somewhat because there's a glimmer of a serious point embedded in what's been said. Even if it's brought up a bit facetiously, bringing up all the death and dying they've both had to deal with for the last few months is a pretty good way of getting him to be serious. .... More serious.
He walks away from the door to go stand closer to Millium.]
Not used to being real affectionate with people is all. I know it's not gonna kill me.
[He'll punctuate this by putting his hand on Millium's head.]
[Millium has never hidden or sugarcoated anything in her life, and she sure as heck is not about to start now. She is nothing if not brutally honest, even if she doesn't entirely intend to be brutal with it.]
Well! [Looks like she's brightened back up again, flashing him a confident little grin.] That's all right. We can work on that.
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The room itself looks like it could be one of the bedrooms inside the Lodge -- worn down and in dire need of a good cleaning. The bed's untouched, the desk is cluttered with pieces of paper with arcane jargon scribbled on them and the bookshelf is piled with books that are written in an undecipherable language.
Most pertinently, however? There are no windows, no vents and the door appears to be sealed shut. Where there ought to be a handle on the door, there is instead a note that reads:What do?
Well Keith has an idea. He turns to Millium.]
You think blowing up the door will work?
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But okay. This sure is a thing that's happening now! For her part, Millium blinks and looks around confusedly.]
Well... one way t'find out, right?
[Naturally, Millium does not read a single damn word on that paper, instead immediately thrusting a hand into the air to call for–]
Lammy!
[Please forgive her for summoning a 7-foot tall robot in the middle of this room. And for immediately trying to smash the door with it.
Airgetlam beeps affirmatively as it materializes before swinging at the door with all its strength.
It bounces uselessly off, then makes a slightly sad beedle-boop at Keith and Millium. It tried, okay?]
...Welp. I'm gonna go with "no," unless you brought bombs.
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Though even Keith has to blink back some minor surprise when Millium just summons Lammy out of nowhere and suddenly there's a robot occupying space in his vicinity. When the punch proves ineffective, he stares first at the door, then Lammy before eventually shaking his head at Millium.]
Okay, I guess I don't get any warnings that you're gonna try something.
[IT'S FINE, it's not like he would have liked one or both of them to duck just in case the door splintered and sent pieces of wooden shrapnel flying everywhere or anything?? But quip aside, he doesn't seem pissed off]
No bombs. Got Bakugou's quirk though.
[A quick he only kinda-sorta knows how to work here. Something about leaving sweat on things and detonating it -- Bakugou why does your quirk work like this.... He breathes out moving closer to the door to give it a proper check.
Which is when he first lays eyes on that note. You can practically tell the instant the words register in his head because that's the same instant he makes a face.]
..the hell? Millium come read this.
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...Ohhh, right. People like to be warned about that sorta thing. Whoops.
[Okay, no, the more pressing question is why is she like this.]
Whaaat? How'd that happen? Why didn't you guys give me any cool explodey powers?
[Because you absolutely cannot be trusted with any of those powers, Millium, that's why. But oh, that sure is a face, and so she trots on over to examine the note.]
A kiss on the head, huh? ...Well, that's one weird way to solve a puzzle, but okay.
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What, so you can be even more of a menace and a handful? You're the last person who needs explosion powers added to their arsenal.
[This may or may not be rich coming from Keith, all things considered but it's clear enough from his tone that the irony is completely lost on him here. He waves a hand somewhat dismissively.]
Anyway, that's not important right now. ]He glances at her, then very quickly glances away again and busies himself with pulling off one of his gloves.]
This is messed up and we're not kissing anything. Go duck behind Lammy for cover. Let's try it this way.
[What he's learned: Bakugou must have crazy sweaty hands at all times and he does not envy Nine at all. Keith gives his palms a rub, then places his hand on the door. Once that's said and done, he'll also go duck for cover.]
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Whaaat? No way! I'd be awesome with explodey powers! Me n' Lammy could wreck so much stuff!
[Millium, that's precisely why they didn't give you cool explodey powers.]
Mgghh... fine, fine. But if it doesn't work, I totally told you so!
[Thankfully, with having Lammy back at full power, that means she gets a full-blown shield now. Neato.
Good luck with the sweaty palms, buddy.]
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Or okay, maybe he shouldn't say anything. Maybe he should let silence be the response she gets to her first assertion. For all the good that it's going to do....]
I just wanna make sure we exhausted all the other options first, okay?
[Because apparently this kissing on the head thing is the Worst Possible Ordeal?? Thanks, Keith. He'll lay his palm flat against the door, hope that's enough cuz it's not like he sweats profusely from his hands or whatever, and then take a few steps back to retreat behind the bookshelf.]
In 3... 2... 1
[The boom that results makes more of an impact on his ears than it does on the door which remains cheekily unscathed. Might've been a pretty predictable result, but.... he's loud sighing anyway.]
...Great.
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Told ya so.
[Thanks, Millium. She lets down Airgetlam's shield before wandering over to the door and note again.]
Well, I think we're all out of breaking it options. And I don't see any other potential exits. So... hmmm. A kiss on the head, huh...
[She pauses, tapping her lips in thought before turning to Keith.]
Come over here and get on your knees so I can reach you.
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Huh?
[Incredulity's out of his mouth before everything comes together.]
I'm not getting on my knees, we're not going along with --
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Stop making this weird!
i continue to be so very sorry about her
[MILLIUM?! WHY DO YOU KNOW ANY OF THIS]
But how else am I supposed to kiss you on the head? You're too tall and you'd prolly get all mad if I tried climbing you!
she is so GOOD
Okay, hold on. What the hell does being a guy or a girl have to do with getting down on your knees? Do girls not have knees now.
[..help him.]
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Girls don't have wieners, Keith.
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I know that! I wasn't -- that's not... [OH MY GOD. Just going to rub at his forehead. Why is this happening. How did this conversation go so wrong??]
Look. [A deep breath and another potentially (futile) attempt at reclaiming some dignity here.] Can we just drop the weiner talk.
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Ehe... then don't tell me I'm makin' things weird! You're just too tall for me t'kiss your forehead, so you gotta come down here. That's all.
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[He's dropping this like it's a fuckign hot potato before she finds another way to make him feel mortified. As it s, he's already dodging eye contact and looking more at the wall above her head than at her face. Now that he's got this dumb wiener conversation in his head though, that makes the whole "kneeling down" thing even more awkward than it already did and it shows in his tense body language.]
I'm just... gonna sit.
[This is clearly the mature solution here. Keith sits stiffly, arms crossed and scowling at the floorboards. WHY THIS.]
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[Well, awkward and immature or not, Millium seems pleased with this solution. She trots right on over, and plants a big ol' kiss right on top of Keet's head.
The door makes no sound or anything to indicate that this has worked. Maybe they both need to do it, or it wanted it the other way around...?]
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Doesn't look like it worked.
[JUST AS HE FUCKING THOUGHT. It's a trap. Clearly. He'll get up and attempt to jiggle the door open to no result.]
So now what.
[Cuz obviously the idea of trying this the other way around is just not even worth trying.]
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[She might be batting her eyelashes at him as cutely as she can manage.
Watch this attempt completely and utterly fail.]
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Why would it matter who's kissing who's head -- that doesn't make any sense.
[...]
Do you have something in your eye?
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[. . .]
I'm trying to be cute. Not like I should even hafta try, but apparently my natural charms just aren't enough for ya.
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...Are you mad at me?
[The confusion there's genuine. He didn't think he'd said anything wrong, Is he supposed to find Millium charming or whatever?? He turns away from the door, giving her his full attention.]
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[That earns a bit of an owlish blink.]
I just keep forgettin' how dense you really are 'til things like this come up. And thinkin' that hey, after everything else, you oughta know by now that bein' a little snuggly isn't gonna kill you. I mean, nothing else did.
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[Dense. Gah, that's so blunt on her part that the response is practically automatic, but he does force himself to drop the issue somewhat because there's a glimmer of a serious point embedded in what's been said. Even if it's brought up a bit facetiously, bringing up all the death and dying they've both had to deal with for the last few months is a pretty good way of getting him to be serious. .... More serious.
He walks away from the door to go stand closer to Millium.]
Not used to being real affectionate with people is all. I know it's not gonna kill me.
[He'll punctuate this by putting his hand on Millium's head.]
Takes a little getting used to.
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Well! [Looks like she's brightened back up again, flashing him a confident little grin.] That's all right. We can work on that.
I'll train you up real good!
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