|| ITS NOT LIKE THERE’S A LIST OF GENTLEMAN CALLERS TO SPEAK OF ||

Lance’s eyes cracked open, his lashes fluttering ridiculously. ❝Aww,❞ he cooed, ❝you know my sleeping habits?❞ He arched his back briefly, wiggling down into the seat in an obvious show of getting comfortable. Of course, after watching Keith’s narrowed eyes, another thought slid into his mind.

If Keith were to sit on him, it would probably break his legs, because Keith was bony enough on his elbows, so he didn’t want to know what the rest of his body was like. 

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❝Kinky. Do you treat all the boys like this?❞ Nonetheless, he slid his legs back towards himself, wiggling into a half lounging position. The second Keith sat down, Lance’s legs plopped into his lap, a ‘what?’ expression on his face.               

               ❝Our rooms are right next to each other and I’m up all night almost e v e r y night. What do YOU think?❞ 

               keith tore his eyes away from lance, only to roll them in an exaggerated fashion. was it necessary for him to roll around and wiggle so much? did he really, truly need to? did lance always have to dial everything he did up to eleven…………….

                                                                  hundred ??

               a relieved, tired huff as keith’s aching body connected with the soft cushion beneath was cut short by a strangled cry of surprise at the sudden intrusion. of course. nothing could ever just be easy. his hands fell to rest on lance’s shins, patting them for emphasis.

                       ❝I don’t treat ANY of the boys quite like you, Lance.❞ there was a lilt to his voice that managed to sound flat and sarcastic–like he was resigned to whatever it was his teammate had set his mind on putting him through. 

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|| BRAGGART ||

❝Oh, so you admit you know the llama’s name?❞ Lance snorted, resting his cheek on his palm. He peered up at Keith, and perhaps because he was feeling so placid, he really looked, and was surprised to see the small smile. Inexplicably, he felt himself warm, like he was proud to have caused such an expression. 

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❝Tragic,❞ Lance yawned, tilting so that he wiggled his toes, stretching out his long, lanky body as far as he could. ❝Sorry,❞ he said, ❝I’ve decided to take a nap.❞ A small smile danced around his own lips.

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     ❝…you’re kidding, right? Didn’t you just wake up, like, five minutes ago?❞ 

               that was enough of an exaggeration that one might call it a lie. the paladins had all been up for several hours, doing a whole lot of nothing. but any chance to take a stab at Lance’s sleeping habits was a good one.  

               Keith could almost f e e l Lance’s body mocking him–laughing with joyous mirth over the few inches that it was longer than his own. their height difference wasn’t much, but it was j u s t enough to make Lance act all haughty and superior. 

                                       ( at least, that’s what it felt like to Keith )  

                    ❝If you don’t move ‘em, I’m sitting on ‘em. It’s your call.❞

 

|| MOVIE BUFF ||

❝I have no idea what you’re talking about,❞ Lance hummed, sprawling across the couch. He was debating actually heading back to the pool, now that they weren’t doing much but floating through space. He felt heavy and hoped that perhaps the weightless sensation of the water would help him feel better. 

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❝But if I did,❞ he continued after a moment, with a sly grin, ❝you’d be the llama.❞

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        ❝I am NOT Kuzco, and you are a t e r r i b l e liar. You’re lucky I’m so patient or that never would’ve worked. You’re welcome, by the way.❞   

               his annoyance wasn’t terribly convincing; a small smile quirked up the edge of his lips and his shoulders were relaxed enough to give him away. bickering with Lance had become part of his routine, and Keith had never been much for c h a n g e. 

               crossing the room with easy strides, a hand delivered a light swat to his teammates’ calves frowning a little at all the space he was taking up with his body. 

                                                   ❝Hey. Move. I wanna sit too.❞

 

|| THREAT (?) ||

@ggalradin

                     The Pilot looked at the boy before them.
                     They had met once in the belly of the 
                     Weblum, but here was something else
                     incredibly familiar about him that they
                     just could not place at that very second.

                                A paladin of Voltron had no place being where
                                the Empire had them stationed at the moment.

                ❛❛ Keep your head down. ❜❜

         It’s a big risk that they take. 
         Talking to him, let alone offering
         a helping hand to him. 

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               garrison training took hold of his muscles at once, lurching his body downward and squatting behind nearest cover as soon as he was told. the sound of chattering enemy guards on high alert confirmed quickly that this person, whoever they were, was right to tell him to be cautious. his gaze flickered over the figure before him. 

                  GALRA.

                                      ( from the looks of the suit, a pilot, too. ) 

               a moment of creeping mistrust is followed by shame; surely he could not be angry at Allura for treating him the way she did if he was reaching for a knife every time he saw a galra. 

                                                                                    —-wait. 

                          something about their gait was…familiar.

               ❝It’s you,❞ he blurted, shock etched too clearly into his features, ❝You’re the one from the Weblum. W-what are you doing here? Did you follow me?!❞

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               paranoia clawed its way up his throat and choked him. his skin felt hot; his hand twitched where it hung near his knife. 

                                     fight. 

fight. 

                                                 fight. 

F I G H T. 

 

@valilance

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        ❝Wait…did you get that elevator shaft idea from Emperor’s New Grove ?!❞

               with the passing of a few days, desperation gave way to REALIZATION. for o n c e, it had seemed like Lance had a clever idea to contribute to a bad situation. but without the pumping adrenaline, and from the safety of the ship’s dining hall…the morning dawn had finally arrived, shedding light on the truth. 

                                    it was all a quiznaking movie reference.

 
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