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Who: open log and generally open to anyone that knows lance/the voltron crew.
Where: Beach near base camp
When: Lance's B-Day (28th)
Summary: The Voltron Crew plans a little party
Rating: Probably not worse than PG-13
Log:

[Okay, cue the spy music. Stage one of the plan? Convince Lance they have a mission to go on. Try to keep the story straight. (Keeping the mission straight is not a guarantee.) Stage two, set up party ahead of the oncoming group, form sugary ambush. Except Hunk has to use whatever materials he can scrounge from supplies, around, or from available pokemon.]

[Final stage. Surprise! Keep food away from surprised Lance so he doesn't destroy the desert table through flailing- that is if the surprise is successful. Actually Hunk'll just put Dragon Roll the Gyarados out so he's hiding the whole thing. And will be between any Paladin-induced mishaps.]

[In short there's a party on the beach, with the decorations being mostly local flowers grown with the help of some pokemon teamwork, roasted and steamed veggies with herbs, sweet fruit-based dishes, mochi, and rice-milk ice cream.]

[Time to eat up and enjoy Lance's birthday!]

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Of course, man! You're getting old. Do you think I'd let you forget that? Come here! Give me a birthday hug.

[He wants Lance to be restrained when people start singing to him so he's helpless to do anything but accept the song. You know, as good friends do. He runs up to give him those big Hunk squashings.]

[It's not that he thought they forgot. It's more like he kind of hoped they forgot until he would properly presentable for public viewing, but now here Lance is, cowlick uncombed, no deodorant, only washed up once for today in front of a bunch of friends, family, and strangers.

A birthday nightmare that he's still touched about.]

But my hair! Why didn't you tell me so I could comb my hair?!

[Ignore the whining that comes out muffled through the Hunk squashing. Lance is just being his dramatic old self.]

[Okay, he realizes upon hugging him this closely that he's a special sort of stanky. It encourages Hunk not to hold Lance hostage to their musical onslaught.]

Don't worry, Lance. We love you even when you're a filthy slob man. We'd celebrate your birthday no matter what condition you're in.

...You do still do your usual celebrations, right?

[He didn't think to ask. With the other people around, he'd assumed so.]

[Hunk, you're supposed to be his best bro. If you don't suffer through his stank, who will?]

Filthy slob man? Wow, you're not even gonna lie to be on my birthday and tell me I smell springtime fresh?

[That's just rude, but he's not storming away like his feelings are really hurt.]

Our usual celebrations? Like what?

[Best friends also call you nasty when you're nasty and would always hug you again despite it, especially if he for an instant thought Lance was actually sad. He doesn't.]

Just glad we have a ton of flowers. And, you know, just birthday stuff. You still do it, right?

[Not that he'd regret throwing Lance a party, and no one seemed to suggest otherwise, but if he's like recalculated his birthday to be an actual year from his last native universe birthday or something (which he could imagine Pidge doing and Hunk's also kind of done but doesn't plan to follow through on it). He's overcomplicating things for the sake of math.]