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[While most people are still asleep, Lance is on the grind. Like, literally. He's standing in the bathroom of the Attack on Voltron house, clad in the Starmiebucks' uniform with the nice circular logo of a Starmie in the center of the apron, flashing a dazzlingly white smile at the camera even if it's just after dawn and most people are still asleep and the poor souls who are awake aren't even thinking about popping fingerguns at the network like he's actually doing right now, oh my god. His hair is laid and his face is moisturized to perfection, sunscreen and high quality lip balm and all. Someone's gotta make the Latias Lattes and it's gonna be him. Lance might as well look good while doing so.]

Hello, world! I'm Lance and this is my announcement that today, the best leg of Voltron, the right blue one, is gainfully employed at your local Starmiebucks. [He cups his ear, feigning deafness because he's also dramatic as well as being a moron.] Wait? What's that? What's Voltron? Oh, just a gigantic robot that's currently saving the entire universe back at home, one Galra at a time.

[Christ, who was idiot who hired this braggart fool? Fire them and him.]

Anyway, this week, we're running a half-priced special on your favorite Pokéccino and with every one purchased by a pretty face, you get a chance to win a date with me, Lance the Blue Pala-

[Enjoy that sudden high pitched shrill scream that can probably be heard for miles as the 'gear clatters to the floor and the sound of Lance scrambling along the floor is heard following it. All the camera catches is one blue tentacle slowly retreating back behind the shower curtain, leaving droplets of water in its wake.]

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Who's we?

[Because the moments when Lance catches things that seem off--like Shiro suddenly using the royal we or what--are the moments where it's best for all involved that he doesn't. Too late, though. His mouth ran ahead of his sense of self-preservation.]

What language? I didn't curse and are those Starmies?

[Don't laugh, Lance. Your uniform has them plastered all over it too.]

We... who? What?

[He's not being evasive, surprisingly. He just doesn't realize what he'd said. That's what you get for waking up mid sleep cycle.]

[Please excuse him if he grabs a towel.]

You did -- and they may be. It's hot, all right, there's --

[Whatever else he was going to say is cut off by the sudden appearance of, of all things, a shiny Gallade, barging in, waving a frying pan around. He heard his hero scream!! Late to the party but whatever. BLUE IS HERE!]

Blue!?

You said "we sleep there." Did you split into two or something?

[Lance chuckles at his own joke, glancing away at the horror that is Shiro's taste in undies, making sure Shiro can't see him rolling his eyes a little bit. After all, he's still a teenager.

He'd argue about hell is a place and not a curse, but Blue, oh precious Blue, comes barging in much like his trainer did earlier, but brandishing cookware as a weapon.]

Whoa, hey, what's with the frying pan?!

[ ... oh @#$% ... he did say we ... ]

[Well! Fortunately! Blue is here! Blue is helping! Sort of. The Gallade is here to try and defend his hero, but... well. There's clearly nothing to defend Lance from. So Blue sort of stands there, in the middle of the bathroom, baffled.]

[Sheepishly lowering the frying pan.]

... he's trying to help. Blue -- go back to bed. Lance is fine. I checked.

[Blue shoots him a very, very disbelieving look.]

He's fine. Normal fine. Not... me-fine.

[And that's a line of conversation that probably won't go anywhere because all eyes are on the Gallade with the frying pan. Lance had no clue Pokemon could do things like that so it's a little bit of a shock. It's like the only thing they can't do is speak like humans.]

Hey, Blue. Shiro's right. I'm okay, see?

[Lance holds out his arms for Blue to inspect for any injuries.]

But thanks for coming to my aid.

[Now he's holding out his fist for Blue to pound. Come on. Don't leave your hero hanging.]

.[Before anything else can happen, a very tired Matt stumbles into the bathroom in his boxers (with Lunatones on, even!) blinking at the light and noise.]

wha's going on?

[He's never been very good before his coffee.]

I jus' got to sleep, 'Kashi, and now someone's screaming. Did a girl move in when I wasn't paying attention?

[Blue looks like he just straight up won the pokemon lottery. His Gallade eyes go wide, and he clasps that hand. Tightly. Like he's accepting some kind of award. He might even have gone a little misty-eyed.]

[... yes he'll give Lance a fist pound, but first he has to be grateful this is even happening. Shiro just sighs, waiting until this is all done with so everyone can either go to work or back to be--]

[oh]

[oh @%$#. again.]

Matt.

Hi.

Lance is. Here now. [IT'S TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR THIS EMBARRASSMENT.] Sorry. I forgot your schedule. For a second.

[Planets above, no matter how terrible of a day this has been so far, Lance feels good knowing that Blue still respects him. Seemingly worships him even. It's everything Lance wanted and he didn't have to do much for it. (Funny how that works.) If nothing else goes right, at least Lance knows he can come home to someone who still respects him even if he shrieks like a little girl.]

Oh. Hey, Matt.

[Lance sheepishly rubs the back of his head, mussing up his hair again. With Shiro and Blue, Lance kind of forgot other people were in this house.]

That, uh, was me. Sorry if I woke you.

[Matt drags a hand across his face, wrinkling his nose for a moment. He takes a breath, shaking his head.]

No, 's fine. It's just when this big lug gets up startled, it's not a quiet thing.

[Sorry, Shiro, but Matt has no filter when he's half asleep.]

I work at the observatory, so 's pretty late-early when I get home. Prolly in the future, about the time you leave 'f you're working at t'coffee place.

[Don’t mind Blue staring at his hand in the same way fans of certain celebrities do. As in, he will never wash this hand again. Lance is, to Blue, way cooler than any stories ever made him out to be. This guy is the best...]

[Shiro on the other hand is just turning tomato red again. Debating how bad of a move it would be to gently cover his partner’s mouth and usher him back to bed.]

I honestly thought he was in trouble... I’m so sorry. Do you... want me to have Haunter help you fall asleep again? Lance and I can talk in the kitchen...

[Arceus, Pokémon Jesus, save him.]

Right Lance?

[At least Lance can agree with Matt on that. A startled Shiro is not a silent Shiro. No need for a filter when it's the truth.

And there's no way Lance is missing how Blue is still staring at his hand. That blessed hand. Does Blue want an autograph too? Maybe a signed eight by ten photo?

Unfortunately for Matt, while Shiro is gabbering on at him, this gives Lance a chance to catch a glimpse of those boxer and he starts chuckling too. Do neither of them own a pair of regular boxers?]

Dude, moon underwear?

[Well, they're all space faring people. It's less unexpected than Starmies.]

[Blink. Blink. Matt's not awake enough for this. He just shakes his head at Shiro.]

Nah. I'll be fine. I'll either fall back asleep or take a nap later.

[Another pause.]

Yeah? I mean... I was at the Garrison too. I've always liked space...

[Sorry, Lance. Matt's a fashion disaster at the best of times.]

[BLUE WANTS A LIFE SIZED CARDBOARD LANCE PLS AND THANK]

[Blue is also oblivious to how flustered his trainer is. Because there’s Shiro, wrapped in a towel. Next to Matt. In nothing but his undies. Trying to keep the blush in his face from going all the way down to his collarbone. It is wildly unsuccessful.]

Are you sure...?

[Oh god kill him here.]

And like I said... it’s too hot here to sleep in anything else.

[THIS CAN BE ARRANGED, DEAR FAN. JUST YOU WAIT.]

It's not about wearing boxers, it's just what's on them. What next? Hunk is gonna have suns on his? I refuse to get Pluto ones.

[He means, sure, this a lot more undressed than Lance expected to see either of them, but that's not a big issue. None of the scarring either one has bothers him anymore. They all have their fair share of them anyway.

Though Shiro's stand out more when he blushing which doesn't pass by Lance. What luck.]

Shiro? Are you alright? You're turning red all of a sudden.

[Matt turns, blinking at Shiro a few times. He's waking up enough to realize some of what's going on here.]

Shiro, it's like you're trying to get me to go back to bed.

[And he's not about to call him out in front of Lance, but why the hell is he embarrassed?]

I’m fine!

[Whoops there’s the forbidden word. Is his eye twitching yet? It might be. Mostly he just wants to move on. Forget he said “we”, stop drawing attention to his boxers... which would be easier if he could stop being so red at butts o’clock.]

I just woke up! And. Want to make sure Matt gets enough sleep. That’s all.

It’s fine.

Is that fine-fine or are we talking you-fine?

[Sure, Shiro has been the defacto leader of the group, but Lance never thought that would extend to Matt. And it seems like Shiro has bumped up his Dadness a little, shuffling Matt back to his bed. Strange, but they were hostages together. Maybe it's just a thing between them.]

I do not think that means what you think it means, Shiro.

[Matt sighs, obviously waking up a bit more and stretches, running a hand through his hair again.]

You're right, though, Lance. There's likely a dog on fire situation here, but I have no idea why.

[It doesn’t help that even Blue is giving him a look here.]

[They got him.]

[He’s done for. No wiggle room. There’s no getting away from this. Even if for the life of him, he has no idea why he’s so embarrassed. Except maybe, this isn’t how he ever pictured this conversation going? In a bathroom at this hour.]

I’m embarrassed. It happens when someone calls you on your underwear. And... wakes up your partner.

Heh, maybe we should get him a little brown hat for his birthday. And a mug. Gotta have the mug.

[Hey, something he can finally connect with someone over: memes! He likes Matt already, man.]

Shiro, it's just underwear. We all wear it, geez. It's not like the time I saw Keith in his swimming trunks. Now that was a horrible sight for my eyes. Nightmares for days.

[Yeah, that particular use of partner isn't slamming into any bells right now. This kid needs a clue by four. For all he knows, he's thinking space team partner.]

Oh, man! That sounds like a fantastic idea. Hm. I wonder where you can get good mugs around here.

[Matt laughs brightly, a smirky grin crossing his face. For a moment, it's so very obvious that he's Pidge's brother with his excitement and grin.]

Keith's not that bad. I accidentally walked in on him once at the Garrison when he was about to get in the shower. Now the worst one is when I accidentally walked in on my dad once.

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Everyone has a mug in the kitchen...

[Okay so Lance didn’t twig to it. That’s fine. That’s actually better than fine. It means nothing is weird and he can stop blushing and breathe. So he does. Sagging a little against Matt’s shoulder in the process. It’s too early for a crisis.]

So that means putting you on laundry duty gets no complaints?

Good to hear it.

Yeah, but I bet none of those mugs are the right ones.

[It's this moment where Lance glances over at Matt and realizes how much he and Pidge look alike. Aside from the same general coloring, there's that particularly sharp grin of theirs that looks both excited and terrifying because anything can be behind it. He never seemed to notice it before, but to be honest, he hasn't had much time to be around Matt until maybe tonight.]

Keith's terrible. Actively terrible. Burn your eyes out bad.

[Yeah, he's gonna shittalk Keith here. What's he gonna do about it? Nothing, actually, because he still isn't giving Lance the time of day.]

Hey! I didn't say anything about doing laundry! I'm not touching other people's gross socks!

[Somewhat without thinking, Matt slips an arm around Shiro comfortingly. He just shakes his head at Lance with a softer smile]

Yeah, you're probably right about the mug.

[Before he can say anything else, though, he yawns hugely. He's definitely more tired than he thought.]

You think socks are the worst dirty laundry? Huh. I think I'd be more dubious about people's underwear.

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