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[padadin]

Who: Five lions and a rock
Broadcast: No
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Beginning of the month

[Seeing the destruction of the planet has been hard on everyone, but it definitely has a specially bad effect on this particular group. Losing a planet like this is what the pilots fight to avoid, what Shay almost got through. It's incredibly frustrating.

So add that to the fact they aren't all living in the same ship like it happens at home, and well. These little family is some serious need of bonding time. Just making a pile of astroexplorers and letting them bask in each other's comfort.

That's how they end up having a sleepover on the Iskaulit, the lecture hall to be more precise. They push away tables and chairs, scatter all the pillows and blankets they brought from their own ships, and get comfy for a night with friends.

There are snacks (courtesy of Hunk of course), some non-alcoholic drinks (while Shiro wouldn't mind them drinking a bit, he thinks them being kinda down is not a good moment for that) and probably some games that could go funny enough... or an absolute mess when their augments decide to glitch.

Watch out for the pillow fight. Shiro plays to win.]

Comments

[the_tailor]

K-Keith!

[He's laughing even as he's trying to fight back. Keith does successfully pin him, but it doesn't mean that Lance isn't squirming underneath him, trying to push him off or at least reverse your positions.]

Not bad for winging it, but!

[tempredmental]

Oh my god, stop!

[Keith was smiling, though, so he wasn't angry. He just thought they were really bad puns.]

[the_tailor]

What, a-am I ruffling your feathers too much?

[He grins right back up at him. If he can't push him off of him, then, he's going to try tickling his sides.]

[tempredmental]

[The change in tactic caught him offguard for a moment, and Keith actually yelped a little, pulling back.]

Hey!

[But, now that he knew to be ready for it, it was going to be hard for Lance to catch him again.]

[the_tailor]

Aha! You're ticklish, I knew it!

[His hands dart out again, trying to properly slide between Keith's t-shirt and jacket as he tickles his sides.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith was ready this time, though, so he didn't jump. Instead, he grabbed Lance by the wrists to block.]

[the_tailor]

[He makes a sound of protest, trying to yank his wrists out of Keith's grasp.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith just grinned.]

Nope. You're not doing that again.

[He didn't even notice just how close they were. Eye-to-eye now.]

[the_tailor]

[He's the first to finally notice the, uh, slightly compromising position they're in. Keith's got him pinned down, holding him down by his wrists, and they're close enough that he can practically feel the other paladin's breath against his face.

Holy quiznak.

Lance swallows hard, face trying to out-red Keith's jacket.]

I, uhhhh.

[Smooth.]

[tempredmental]

[Oblivious Keith was oblivious? Because he quirked an eyebrow in confusion at Lance's reaction.]

You okay?

[His hold on Lance loosened. Had he done something wrong?]

[the_tailor]

Yeah! Totally fine! Couldn't be better!

[His voice might be a little higher pitched than normal. Maybe.

To be honest, at this exact moment, though, it's not too far from a lie.]

[tempredmental]

You look red.

[Okay, so that was odd, and he sat back to let Lance up.]

[the_tailor]

Just, you know, getting a good workout going with all that...wrestling and...stuff.

[He clears his throat, sitting up.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked confused, but nodded.]

Alright.

[So, just for that, Keith grabbed a few of the remaining feathers and dumped them over Lance's head with a smirk before he got up to move.]

[the_tailor]

Hey!

[That's enough to snap him out of it, and he huffs, trying to pluck the feathers off of him.

Hardy har.]

You still look more like a chicken!

[tempredmental]

[Just to rub that in, Keith reached up and vigorously rubbed his hands through his hair, knocking loose any remaining feathers.]

Not anymore.

[Smirk.]

[the_tailor]

Nuh-uh. You definitely still do. You don't need the feathers.

[tempredmental]

Right.

[Keith just smirked a little and went to grab a snack. They were going to have to clean up those feathers later, weren't they?]