#lidge

The duality of the man

Sparring

Pidge fought dirty. She always did. Particularly while sparring with Lance. Taking him down was just too much fun not to do. Especially when they had an audience. This time she wouldn't even let him aim his bayard before going for his kneecaps. One yank with her cable and he went down with a panicked scream. A moment later she was already kneeing on him, threatening him with her own bayard.

"Now yield!" Pidge commanded, but Lance was only staring at her with big blue eyes. The bayard went off right over his abdoment and Lance let out a yelp of pain.

"Pidge is the winner!" Shiro announced from the far end of the training deck and the smaller Paladin lifted her weight off her team mate to join the team.

Here we are! Dec21 at last! Time for a Plance Party!

Day 1: Garrison

“Man, don’t you ever clean in here?”

“Gah!” Pidge started, throwing her arms around wildly as she turned in her chair to eye the intruder. Her headphones fell to the floor beside her with a clunk and her controller smacked him in the face. Lance stood behind her, rubbing the new red spot on his forehead. “What are you doing in my room!?”

“We were supposed to practice in the simulator today, so no holing yourself up in here.” He pointed at her, wiggling his finger.

“Couldn’t you have messaged me instead of breaking into my room like some kind of pervert?” Her eyes narrowed further and her face ignited into red as she debated with herself whether she should bite his undulating finger right off his hand.

Lance leaned back, raising both hands placatingly, “Sorry, man. I know you like your privacy, but you weren’t answering your phone.”

She paused, looking around for the object in question. She brushed some homework off onto the floor, revealing her phone underneath it all, dead to the world.

“Oh. I had to plug in my Game Flux, so it hasn’t been charging.”

He facepalmed, dragging his hand down his face despite the growing grin, “Figures. Well, come on, buddy! We’ve got a simulator smash ahead of us!”

“You mean simulator crash?” she smirked.

“Ack! Attacked! By my own comms officer.” He clutched his chest, swaying back and forth. Pidge refused to chuckle at him, instead rolling her eyes. “Well, come on.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” Pidge shut her laptop and stood up, stretching as she followed Lance.

“So,” Lance started as the pair trotted out of her room, “You like Killbot Phantasm, huh?”

“What?” Pidge blinked, “Oh, yeah.”

“Can I join you on that sometime?” Lance grinned, “I’ll show you how it’s really played.”

“Yeah, right. I could school you any day of the week.”

“Oh? Challenge?” Pidge leaned back as Lance got into her face, his grin trying to be menacing. She could feel the warmth radiating from him as he continued, “Accepted.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes again, pushing his face away as she took a breath. “Alright. Tonight, after dinner.”

Lance whooped and brought her into a headlock, and her face was assaulted by the feel of his jacket and the scent of his deodorant. Pidge felt the warmth again as he ruffled her hair, “Let go of me.”

“Friday night games! But first, let’s ace this simulator!”

“More like deface this simulator.” She muttered.

“Attacked! Again!” Lance released her to collapse on the floor, and she walked over him into the simulator room and waved to Hunk, who was already there.