[Well, the cooking was a given after the Great Pasta Salad Disaster, but when a guy's been your school's collective hero for so long, someone like Lance just assumes there's more in that brain that just flying and fighting.]
You can ground him, but I'll totally bust him out.
[This is the second person who's brought up how long of a commute Lance has to get to work. Keith phrased it as "dedication", but it was obvious what he really meant. And yes, it does wear on Lance. Maybe no one's noticed that he leaves the house before dawn without eating breakfast in order to catch the ferry on time so he doesn't miss the transfer to the next one, only managing to grab something from the Starmiebucks pastry case and wolfing it down before he clocks in. The return trip is just as tiring, now with all the tourists crowding the ferries back and Lance never bets on getting a seat. By the time he gets home, he's ready for bed while the rest of the house is still hopping and hanging out, connecting in a way he feels left out of. The double shift days are even worse and those are the days he just comes home and crashes out in his bed just to repeat it in a few hours. Training his Pokemon requires more time than he has on hand and so he's not a good trainer in his eyes. To Lance, his nose is solid proof of that. But what else can he do? Doing a friend's hair in the kitchen is one thing. Attempting to make a go at it professionally is another.
He works quietly for a moment before mumbling a few words, sounding already dejected at the prospect of another failure in his book.]
Besides, Jean'll probably find a way to make a mobile salon and ruin that for me too.
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You can ground him, but I'll totally bust him out.
[This is the second person who's brought up how long of a commute Lance has to get to work. Keith phrased it as "dedication", but it was obvious what he really meant. And yes, it does wear on Lance. Maybe no one's noticed that he leaves the house before dawn without eating breakfast in order to catch the ferry on time so he doesn't miss the transfer to the next one, only managing to grab something from the Starmiebucks pastry case and wolfing it down before he clocks in. The return trip is just as tiring, now with all the tourists crowding the ferries back and Lance never bets on getting a seat. By the time he gets home, he's ready for bed while the rest of the house is still hopping and hanging out, connecting in a way he feels left out of. The double shift days are even worse and those are the days he just comes home and crashes out in his bed just to repeat it in a few hours. Training his Pokemon requires more time than he has on hand and so he's not a good trainer in his eyes. To Lance, his nose is solid proof of that. But what else can he do? Doing a friend's hair in the kitchen is one thing. Attempting to make a go at it professionally is another.
He works quietly for a moment before mumbling a few words, sounding already dejected at the prospect of another failure in his book.]
Besides, Jean'll probably find a way to make a mobile salon and ruin that for me too.