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victory_road2018-07-01 11:46 am
spacebaloney) wrote in victory_road2018-07-01 11:46 am
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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.]
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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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.
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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.
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[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?
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.
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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.
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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?]
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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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[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.
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[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!
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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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[Don't shittalk your teammates at this hour of the day, Lance. Wait until they have some coffee in them at least.]
[... the arm around him is. Well. It's relaxing. He just sort of leans into it, also without thinking. Like it's the most natural thing ever.]
Hey, I thought you said you didn't mind underwear. You just snagged your first house chore, buddy.
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[Keith said he doesn't consider Lance a teammate because he doesn't know Voltron happened, so--
Wait a minute. Something's off here. There's one thing about hugging your bros. Lance doesn't have a problem with that. But there's this scene in front of him, where a half naked Shiro is leaning up against a half naked Matt. It's different.
It's intimate.
It's throwing Lance for a loop.]
I'll do the dishes instead. [Said slowly because he's too distracted to properly protest. And then, curiosity deep in his voice:] What are you guys doing?
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[Matt thought he was waking up, but now he feels like he's asleep again.]
Shiro's... leaning against me?
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[He can feel his face starting to flush again. But throttles it down. Forcefully. Choosing to shift his weight to support the sleepier Matt instead.]
Laundry. Dishes are the only thing I'm allowed to do in the kitchen. [And then play it cool. Play it cool.] We're talking to you.
[NAILED IT.]
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[No, that's not quite it. Definitely not just hugging going on in front of Lance's eyes. He's a idiot only half the time. This is the other half where Lance is putting two and two together and finding out this might be a new kind of four.]
You guys are... cuddling?
[Yep. That's more like it.]
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[Matt is too tired for this.]
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[He will not be embarrassed anymore dang it! This is him. Playing it cool.]
“We”.
[Yeah that pronoun you were so curious about earlier, Lance.]
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Lance blinks at the two men owlishly.]
Oh.
[And then:]
Oh! [He points to Shiro and then Matt.] You? And him? The both of you?
[And the last clue is the fact they're both in boxers... in front of him. After being dragged out of bed by his shenanigans. Lance suddenly turns his head away, covering his eyes with he palm of his hand.]
I DIDN'T LOOK, I SWEAR!
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