#lance1

It was difficult to pull his eyes away from him. Mikoto’s cheeks were tinted red as he nervously glanced away from the stranger, only for his eyes to be drawn back. Shifting in place, he swallowed and bit his lip, allowing his gaze to remain on the young man’s pants. While staring intensely, his heartbeat began to race faster as he agonized over what to say. There was absolutely no way anyone could be prepared to tell someone this, especially when the two of them had never interacted before. And yet, Mikoto knew he just had to tell him. It would have to be now or never.

All that had been going on before he finally gained to courage to speak up. He stepped forward, face flushed with blush, with his hands clenched at his sides. Mikoto took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking. At last he opened his mouth and spoke in a quiet voice.

“Um.. you know your thing is.. yeah.”

It’d been about a month since Coran had performed the last maintenance check on the Castle, which wasn’t exactly ideal. When they’d launched he’d told the mice to remind him to perform checks every fortnight (well, told them through Allura, anyway) and so far he’d kept that streak going. But with the fiasco of the Galra capturing the princess and all that, he’d fallen behind on schedule, hence why he was now rushing down the hall to the engine room. 

Perhaps he could grab one of the Paladins to help him? If he did, it’d have to be Hunk, considering that as far as Coran knew, the Yellow Paladin knew the most about engineering and such. Though, it may waste more time than he’d care to to go find him, so he’d have to settle for the first person he ran past.

“Lance!” The Altean called out, still power walking down the hall carrying a toolbox in each hand, “Are you busy at the moment? If not, come help me with the engine.” He held out one of the boxes, still a fair few feet away.