[Lance watches this little exchange with a soft smile. It's hard not to feel endeared by how pleased Allura seems, even harder not to think how gorgeous she is when she's relaxed and having fun. The happy daydream doesn't really last long though because there is indeed "no pressure" on him. That pressure is so nonexistent, in fact, that he's gonna keep up this charade of unwavering confidence.]
Well if you insist.... [Thank god you're insisting, Allura.] Know what you're gonna name it yet?
[The first dart feels curiously heavy in his hand, and there's something stupid and funny about it. How is this managing to feel about the same level of nerve wracking as going up against a Robeast again? Lance has to laugh at himself a little for that.
He makes a really stupid point of sizing up the balloons, like he's trying to calculate an optimal trajectory for the dart before throwing the first one as hard as he can in a straight path. Does it work?
Ooooh what a shame. Come on, kid. Don't let your friend down.]
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Well if you insist.... [Thank god you're insisting, Allura.] Know what you're gonna name it yet?
[The first dart feels curiously heavy in his hand, and there's something stupid and funny about it. How is this managing to feel about the same level of nerve wracking as going up against a Robeast again? Lance has to laugh at himself a little for that.
He makes a really stupid point of sizing up the balloons, like he's trying to calculate an optimal trajectory for the dart before throwing the first one as hard as he can in a straight path. Does it work?
Ooooh what a shame. Come on, kid. Don't let your friend down.]
Hey, I'm just getting warmed up!
[Maybe. Probably.]