“Keith, you have three seconds to put that blade down right now! 1…2…”

Ulaz’s ears flicked curiously as he looked up from the datapad he held in his hand. Noticing that Keith was toddling away from Thace as fast of possible, clutching Thace’s blade tightly in his hands, Ulaz let out a heavy sigh. Keith didn’t seem to have any intention of listening to Thace.

“Keith,” Ulaz said sharply, and the cub stopped immediately, turning his head to stare at Ulaz with wide eyes. “Put down Thace’s blade before you give him an aneurysm.”

that’s very nice of you, but I just randomly threw the clothes together based on the Voltron attires without any thoughts so I would advise you not to do it... it would give you a headache cos there is no physics behind the attire lol.

“Leader, Keith may have,” Thace paused. “Locked himself in an escape pod.” He tried to keep the worry from his tone, but he wasn’t sure how well he had succeeded.

Kolivan looked up and frowned. “How in the Void did that happen?”

“I don’t know,” Thace admitted, ears pinning back against the sides of his head. “One tick he was right beside me, and the next, he was gone. Ulaz is waiting down in the docking bay right now…”

A heavy sigh left Kolivan. “Alright… come on. The poor cub is probably going to be a wreck when he gets out of there…”

“Courting advice? Are you sure you want to ask me this, kit? Maybe Thace or Ulaz would provide something more useful…or accurate.”

Regris shifted awkwardly under Kolivan’s gaze, unsure of what he should say. He had considered talking to Thace or Ulaz about the best way to court Keith, but he had eventually decided against it. “I’d… I’d rather not bother them with this, sir,” he said, tail tip twitching uneasily against the floor.

Kolivan sighed, but looked sympathetic. “Very well… I’ll help you any way that I can.”

Keith was padding down the last of the flames on his jacket as Regris came into the kitchen. The entire room reeked of smoke and burnt cloth. What remained of his attempt at cooking was little more than blackened crisp at the bottom of the pan… thing. Keith didn’t actually know if that was the actual name of the Altean cooking vessel.

“Having trouble?” Regris asked curiously, peering over his shoulder. He let out a displeased hiss as he must have caught a whiff of the burnt smell.

Keith grumbled softly, feeling as his cheeks went a little red. “A little bit,” he admitted. “This stove isn’t like the one I have at home.”

“Perhaps we should try and find the Yellow Paladin?” Regris suggested, tilting his head to the side. His ears had perked hopefully. “I want more of those coo-co things.”

“Cookies?” Keith asked, looking over his shoulder.

Regris frowned. “You’re sure that’s right?”

Keith couldn’t contain his snicker. “Yes. Positive.”

Antok nervously fiddled with something behind his back as he watched Thace spar with their leader. The polan flower he held in his hands was supposed to be a gift for Thace, but he had to wait until the match was over to give it to him. He watched intently as they sparred, circling each other and trading blows when there was an opening. Although they were pretty evenly matched, Thace won in the end, after he managed to grab hold of Kolivan’s forearm and flip him over onto his back. Their expressions were impossible to discern, as both were wearing their masks, but judging by the soft chuckle Kolivan let out, he was impressed.

Antok was impressed too.

His tail flicked back and forth against the floor of the training room. That noise seemed to draw Thace’s attention, as he glanced over his shoulder, and his ears immediately perked beneath his hood, betraying his excitement at the sight of Antok. However, Kolivan began speaking—Antok didn’t pay attention to what their leader was saying, though. His focus was entirely on Thace, watching how he sheathed his blade at his back, how he was shifting anxiously from foot to foot…

Then, Thace turned away from Kolivan, and darted off across the training room. Antok barely had any time to brace himself before Thace was throwing his arms around his neck. Grunting softly in surprise, Antok wrapped one of his arms around Thace’s midsection. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as Thace rubbed their cheeks together after dropping his mask.

“Careful,” Antok chastised. “You’re going to make me drop your present.”

Thace’s ears twitched as he peered at Antok expectantly. “You got me a present?” he asked, tilting his head to the side just so. “What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion, just…” Antok trailed off as he presented the flower, which was still carefully cradled in his palm. When Thace didn’t immediately respond, Antok cleared his throat awkwardly. “I… wanted to get you some of the fruit, since it’s your favorite, but…”

Thace’s entire expression brightened as he reached out to take the flower. “This is beautiful. I love it,” he insisted, dragging Antok down for a nuzzle. “Thank you.”