[To Lance, even with Shiro's metal arm and the scars he bears, he's still every bit of Lance's hero as he was since Lance saw his picture mounted on the wall at the Garrison. He almost flicks it again for good measure, but Shiro does have a point. Making a face, he leans back and reaches for the toner. He'll still consider it a victorious night.]
You win this time, Shiro.
[And with that, he turns the toner around in his hand and squeezes out a small orb, staring at it again.] Don't forget, I'm still painting your nails after this.
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You win this time, Shiro.
[And with that, he turns the toner around in his hand and squeezes out a small orb, staring at it again.] Don't forget, I'm still painting your nails after this.