driftfleet | Recovery Time

Who: Keith, Team Voltron, Open
Broadcast: To Team Voltron
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit, The Melting Pot
When: Varies

Happy Birthday (Late)

On the Huntress, as the Fleet leaves the system

[Keith found the crate in the cargo bay. Having seen what comes from these already, he was slightly concerned. Lance had gotten one for his birthday. He wasn't sure what to think about this. He stepped forward and, sure enough, it was for him.

He took a deep breath, glanced around to make sure he was alone, and then opened it.

...

Man... Keith was pretty sure he didn't want anyone to see this... which meant it was highly likely someone else on the ship was going to as he tried to figure out what to do with it.]

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Happy Late Birthday, the Party Edition

On the Iskaulit, two days after Friendsgiving

[Shiro and Lance had gotten permission from Jarvis to use the Melting Pot for a small birthday dinner for Keith. It was over a month late, but the cannibal race clearly didn't care about Keith's birthday. Now that things had calmed down, it was time to do something nice for their teammate. Respecting Keith's dislike for large, noisy parties, they'd gone the smaller "family dinner" type of event route.

Invited: Team Voltron, Huntress crew, Kirk, Kate, Sokka, Kaname, Freya, Luna, Arthur, Kitty, Vash, Prompto, Katie, Looma, Lumière, almost anyone who's had positive CR with Keith... if you're not sure, ask. Party crashers are cool, but antagonistic crashers will be escorted out.]

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Finding Space

On the Iskaulit, during the birthday party as Keith excused himself to the "bathroom" for a moment

[Keith had managed to get some time away from the party using the excuse that he needed a short break. He appreciated it, sure, but it was a little overwhelming to be the center of attention for this long. So, he headed out for a bit. He'd go back, but he needed some air... or space... or something.

He stepped into a small space he'd never noticed before. It was empty, but he'd been debating a few things for a while now, like how the team was split between different ships, and it would be nice for them to have a shared space to hang out. He took some time looking it over before heading back to the party. It seemed like a cool idea. He'd tell them after the party was over...]

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Video to Team Voltron

On the Huntress, the day after the birthday party

Hey, guys... I found something on the Iskaulit last night I kind of wanted to show you. Mind meeting me there?

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Decorating Lessons

On the Iskaulit, December 1

[So, for fun, since there wasn't much in the space, yet, anyway, and because Lance had gotten his hands on a bunch of Christmas decorations somehow, Team Voltron was decorating their new space. Mistletoe, anyone?

The space will eventually be private, but it's not hard to find, and the team welcomes friends, so feel free to stop by and watch them be silly with decorations!]

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Hey. There are like, about a million and twenty seven other jokes I could be making now. Be proud of me for behaving.

[He reaches out, twirling a lock of Keith's bangs around his fingers.]

...hey, can I...?

[Keith gave an amused sigh and shook his head a little again with a small smile.]

Fine.

[He couldn't even think of anything else to answer that with.

His eyes widened a little, though, and then crossed slightly to watch Lance's finger as the sniper played with his hair.]

Can you... what...?

[He refocused back on Lance's face.]

Your hair. Uh... Okay, this is going to sound really awkward and I really really hope this doesn't come out creepy, but can I just...touch it a little?

[Oh my god, as soon as the words are out of his mouth he realizes it's such a perfect set-up for a "that's what she said" joke, but he holds it back. Even if he's practically in physical pain from doing so.]

I know I make fun of it a lot, but I'm gonna lie if I said I never thought about running my fingers through it.

[The missed opportunity for a bad joke went right over Keith's head, but that was probably a good thing. Instead, he was momentarily a little freaked out by the way Lance was approaching this. He honestly had been expecting Lance to offer to trim it or something, and he really didn't want anyone with scissors around his hair right now... especially with someone who had a known penchant for making fun of it.

But the actual request? Surprising, but not terrible. Keith scrunched his eyebrows together in amusement and shrugged a little.]

Okay.

Cool. Coolcoolcool.

[He lets his fingers slide up and through Keith's hair. How is it that it manages to be so soft even though he'd be surprised if Keith knew what conditioner was? It's nice, though, and there's a dopey smile on his face as he lets himself play about, combing through with his fingers and giving him a light scalp massage while he's at it.]

Yeah, I think I can get used to this.

[Keith smiled a bit, giving a small amused hum before leaning a little more against Lance. He did finally release one arm from around the other's waist, though, to then reach up and clasp his fingers around that wandering hand in his hair.]

Easy. We don't want to freak everyone out right away.

[Keith was still waiting to hear the snarky comments from across the room where Pidge was doing her thing with some decorations.]

Okay, but alternatively, imagine how much we could annoy Pidge with PDAs.

[Still, he laughs, letting go of Keith's hair just to end up entangling their fingers together.]

How about we go on a date sometime this week? Just me and you, go for dinner at the restaurant here, walk around, stargaze, I dunno. I'll think of the deets. Then we can be as sappy as we want.

Personally? I think it might be better to stay on Pidge's good side.

[Keith looked down at their hands entwined like that, listening to Lance's suggestion and then nodded.]

Okay. Sure.

Yeah.... I guess. I kind of owe her for a few random things, anyway.

[Not saying what exactly, of course, and he'll just be downplaying the fact that at this moment in time, she probably owns his soul.

He looks down at their hands as well and smiles.]

Wow. This is real. I thought you were going to reject me so hard I'd go flying off the ship or something.

A few?

[That sounded ominous.

Keith squeezed Lance's hand just a little. Yeah... this was real.]

I'm not that bad... am I?

[He passes over the Pidge thing, and shakes his head at that question.]

No, it's not that. I mean, first off, we have butted heads for a long time. I didn't think there was a huge chance of you actually having feelings for me like I did--do--for you. Second off, the vast majority of my love life has kind of been rejection after rejection.

Well, considering I thought you hated me all this time? The likelihood of you actually doing something like this was kind of a lot to take in.

[Keith let go of Lance's hand to put his arm back around Lance's waist with the other one.]

And well... no rejection this time, yeah?

Guess I can't blame you. I've really been acting like a little kid pulling the pigtails of the person he likes, haven't I?

[Lance can't help but lean into the embrace; it feels nice, and Keith is warm, and his next gleeful thought is that the next time they have a sleepover, they can cuddle.

Cuddle! Actually cuddle! Not accidentally spoon like that other time. But really, intentionally, romantically cuddle.

This is going to be awesome.]

For the record, I never wear pigtails...

[If Lance looked over at Keith for that, he'd see a subtle smirk.]

For the record, I could definitely get your hair in pigtails given the hair ties.

[He smirks down at him, giving his forehead a kiss.]

Just because you put it that way doesn't mean it's staying.

[That got a stubborn frown in response. Remember the wedding? The slow loss of everything they'd done to try making Keith "presentable"? Yeah. His hair wasn't going to stay in any style he didn't want it in.]

Oh, trust me, I know that. Doesn't mean the five seconds you'd have pigtails wouldn't be a hundred percent worth it. Mental snapshot, bam!

[He was still going to try again to pretty you up given a fancy occasion, though, Keith. Can't have a sloppily dressed date on his arm.]

[Keith narrowed his eyes a bit.]

Careful. I'll have to get you back.

Yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?

[He teases, but there's no taunting in his tone.]

If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise.

[Keith looked smug, pulling back completely now. Leave Lance guessing...

Keith picked up some of the packaging from the decorations and starting putting them back in the box.]

That's not fair! You know what to defend against, I need a hint at least!

[He nudges him, laughing as he helps him clean up. This might be one of the best days ever.]

[Keith delayed his response on purpose, forcing Lance to hang and wait.]

I'll think about it.

[As they packed everything back in the box, he looked around to see if there was a place to stash the box. The space had a few smaller rooms attached in the back, furthest from where they entered, like offices or storage rooms for whatever had been in there originally. That would work.]

Recovery Time

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