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“Divers Fighting against Fishes of Ryugu Palace”

By Utagawa Ikuhide

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Description Down Below！（下に説明載せてます！）⇓

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Tags: Galra Keith, Fluff, Comedy, Space Dad Shiro, Insecure Lance

“You...may have beat me now, old man...but I will get you….” Lance says, hands on his knees as he attempts to catch his breath.

Shiro pffts with offense, “‘Old man?’ Let’s see who’s really old during drills later.”

“Are you challenging me? Old. Man.”

Hunk enters then, also out of breath and a little sweaty, “Monsters! The both of you! You almost knocked me off my feet!” He points accusingly at them. Lance rolls his eyes payfully as Shiro grins evilly.  

“What are you three doing?”

Lance’s head snaps up and he actually takes note of the room. Allura, Coran, and Pidge watch the two of them with matching expressions of amusement. The huge wall screen at the very front of the bridge is powered on and Keith, just Keith no other grumpy leaders of alien assassin gangs, stares with a single unimpressed, raised eyebrow. The corners of his lips are taunt with humor, however, barely noticeable to all except those who know him well. Which would be everyone in this room right now.

The blue paladin’s face muscles are twisting and pulling against his will into a delighted grin, all white teeth and thinned lipped. His voice is teasing and contrary to his obvious glee, “Has your mullet gotten longer?” He mock gasps, slapping a hand to his cheek and moving towards the screen.

Keith scowls, the high definition catching every ounce of attitude in his expression, “Nice to see you too, Lance.”

Ignoring how his name in Keith’s raspy voice makes him shiver, Lance laughs, “Isn’t it always?”

“Yeah, always this annoying.” Keith deadpans.

“Hah! You light up when you see me, admit it, Gerard.”

“I don’t even like MCR that much! You’re the one who knows all the lyrics!”

This is nice, this is normal. For a brief moment Lance forgets that Keith is however many light years away from them with aliens he doesn’t know and without the family he’s come to love (well, technically Krolia, being Keith’s mom and all, is Keith’s family, and Lance is more than positive Kolivan is like, in love with Krolia or something, so...step-dad?). The transmission is clear enough that Lance can see that cute angry glimmer in Keith’s violet eyes, see how his broad nose scrunches along with a beastly snarling upper lip. It’s entirely too pleasing and Lance has to stop himself from allowing his voice to melt into something overly sappy. That’d be the damn definition of embarrassing.

The back and forth is very easy to fall back into. Lance waves his hand around with a sasy flick of his wrist, “Yeah, uh-uhn, The Cure is just as bad as MCR. Just different generations of emo, my dude.”

“THE CURE IS-” Keith cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, having lunged towards the camera of his transmitter as if he could suddenly materialize in front of Lance and shake him. If only, Lance sighs to himself. Keith releases the breath with a mixture of a groan and a growl and yikes that’s a new sound Lance hasn’t heard before and yikes that’s gonna be in his dreams tonight.

As if sensing Keith’s impending headache, Shiro swoops in with a steadying hand on Lance’s shoulder, “Take it easy, boys, let’s not kill each other after five seconds of chatting, hm?”

Lance tears his gaze away from Keith to Shiro, the excitement and happiness in his gut diminishing at the realization he’s made a total idiot of himself again. He looks past Shiro to see Hunk scarcely holding back laughter and narrows his eyes with the promise of death. It hardly phases the yellow paladin. Lance crosses his arms and turns his head back to Keith.