#goofbcll

Keith looked entirely worn out. As soon as he walked into the dining hall, he collapsed into his seat and glanced over at Hunk who seemed to practically live in the castle's shared kitchen.

"Ugh..." His head drooped, nearly dropping onto the table entirely. "...Hunk, please tell me you found something for us to eat that isn't that green space goo...?"

He'd been eating that stuff for five days straight. The thought of eating that again made his stomach churn.

A thought.

A devious thought.

That's what popped in her head.

If her brother wouldn't tell her. Then perhaps one of his friends would.

And so that's just what she proceeded to do. Going right up to the yellow one, she hums, leaning on the nearby counter. "Hunk, right? Lance told me so much about you before, well, you know.." There's a pause. "I was just wondering.... what's the.. relationship situationships like up there~? Who likes who? Who's my brother closest to~?"

"Soooooo... I got some cool games when we stopped at the space mall, and they're ones that aren't that great to play alone.." There's a pause as Pidge thinks on how to word their question, humming quietly in thought.

"Would you want to maybe.. play some with me?"

❝ Paladin, if you don't leave we will both be trapped here. ❞

Blue eyes turned towards the paladin with pursed plum lips. Her clawed hand pressed against her side. It was just their dumb luck to be trapped on a turbulent planet. The weather here was unpredictable with only a small window of opportunity to escape between torrential storms.

Even worse luck was that only one of the two single-man ships survived enough to be space-safe.

This is so much worse. The lions can’t protect them from nosy assholes without stepping on them. Though the thought is tempting, these aren’t enemies. Despite his racing heart and cold sweat his life isn’t at risk. His reputation maybe, but that had been dragged through the mud before. Even though this is different and he has no idea why any of these people know even fragments of things he’d never so much as breathed to the team. Things he kept locked somewhere far far away under the weight of a lion.

At least he hadn’t bolted and left Hunk to fend for himself. There had been nowhere to go but back inside and the idea of being confined with a horde outside makes him feel worse. Shiro’s hands shake even in the safety of Yellow. He still isn’t entirely sure he isn’t about to throw up-which would do a terrible job of brushing off the ambush as nothing. It sticks to him like olkarion sap.

Did someone know? Had they said anything? Was it just conspiracy rumors or did they know something? He’d been so careful. Kept his neck covered on the off chance anyone could read galran. Kept a death grip on the lie about going missing in the void field with everyone else, scoffed at mentions of anything else. Told himself the bragging was only internal or someone would’ve known he was alive sooner. As twisted and fucked as the empire was, at least they hadn’t broadcast his return to the universe.

Black reminds him to breathe, so close she could risk scraping yellow metal. They should absolutely go somewhere else. Somewhere other people don’t exist and he can see the sky and move around and maybe hit something. “Yeah. Please.” Shiro isn’t sure he’s speaking English so he nods just in case. Black purrs some locations to all three of them.