Canon... BACKdate???

[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, OTA
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit (he's not allowed on the planet without adult supervision, but someone could bring him!)
When: The rest of January

Huntress

[O HAI THAR. There was suddenly a small child on the ship. A child that apparently had access to sharp objects that normally belonged to the ship's pilot... and was also a-okay with using them! Or carrying them around, at least. He woke up one morning in the body of a 9-year-old, and he's kind of at that mentality, too. Though, he was aware of things enough that it hadn't been a shock for him to wake up in a strange place. His memories were intact.]

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Iskaulit

[Keith might not be able to get himself to the planet, but he could get to the Iskaulit! He was stuffing himself on mac and cheese at the Melting Pot, or trying to figure out how he could use the punching bag in the gym without it knocking him over at his tiny size, or he was swimming in the pool. He could sometimes be found in the Lion's Den, Team Voltron's not-so-secret hideout on the ship in an old office near the main area.]

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Wildcard

[If he was with an adult, Keith was okay going to the planet's surface. Frankly, he probably could take care of himself, but he didn't want to get potentially all mixed up with any local version of child protective services and end up stuck on the planet in some sort of weird alien foster care system by mistake. So, it was just better and safer to be escorted.

But he was definitely willing to go along with snowball fights and other "kid-like" things. Careful. He was a pretty snarky 9-year-old.]

Comments

[tempredmental]

I don't know that! You've got clothes on. Go find something!

[His cute little voice squeaked as he said that.]

[the_tailor]

Ohmygod you're squeaking.

[He's going to squeeze the quiznak out of you soon, Keith. TOO ADORABLE. Lance ponders for a little while; there's always going down to the planet, but that'd take too long. Where else...

He snaps his fingers.]

Let me check storage! Maybe there's a jumpsuit that'll fit you there. You stay right here, okay?

[tempredmental]

Just. Get. The. Jumpsuit.

[He wasn't appreciating this... at. all.]

[the_tailor]

[Fiiiiine. Lance gives his hair a ruffle before heading off to the Huntress' storage area. It takes some digging around, but he finally finds the smallest size available and examines it. It should work for now, he decides, and brings it back to Keith's room.]

Here we go! I, uh, have no idea how long you're gonna be like this... I guess we can pick you up some actual clothing planetside, but this'll do now.

[tempredmental]

[ACK HAIR RUFFLING QUIZNAKING JERK

Keith glared at Lance's back as he left, and then hunkered down in the blanket with his t-shirt on. It was more like a dress at this point, really, and really loose around the neck. But he was glad to see something more for his current size when Lance returned.

Even if it was one of those stupid standard jumpsuits.]

Yeah... who knows. [More pouting. He took it from Lance and slid out from under the blanket, the bottom of the t-shirt hanging to just below is knees.]

[the_tailor]

[Cute. Lance resists the urge to take a picture of Keith in his oversized shirt, as adorable as it is, and turns around to give him privacy to change.]

So, you just woke up like this?

[tempredmental]

[Good call, Lance. Keith probably would have kicked his ass for that once he was back to normal size... provided he didn't attempt it sooner as a kid.]

Yeah. I don't know what happened.

[It didn't take long for him to change, at least. He climbed back up on the bed once he was finished, sitting close enough to Lance at his shoulder was touching the other's arm.]

I think it's the augment... like what it did to Shiro's hair.

[Keith kicked his legs in annoyance, dangling as they were above the floor.]

[the_tailor]

At least you remember everything, so, uh, small blessings?

[He gives him a reassuring smile.]

We'll get through this. I mean, it can't last too long. Until then, just no crazy stunts, got it?

[tempredmental]

[Keith shrugged a little, trying not to hear "small" as a tease over his predicament.]

Whatever.

[He wasn't making any promises.]

[the_tailor]

No whatever, Keith. I mean it. You're still you, but you're...well, okay, let's face it, you're bitty right now. You can get hurt a lot more easily than you do normally. So for the sake of your health and my poor heart, promise me you'll behave, okay?

[He's gonna try to make him anyway!]

[tempredmental]

[Keith gave Lance a massive pout.]

I can handle things fine!

[Well, mostly. He probably was going to need some help reaching stuff in overhead cabinets, but he could still climb!]

[the_tailor]

You can't exactly fight like you normally can. Or...do half the crazy stunts you try to pull every other day.

[He knows you, Keith. He's there with you. Sometimes joining in said crazy stunts.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith crossed his little arms, glaring at Lance.]

I'll be fine. You'll see.

[the_tailor]

Still! You know I'm gonna worry anyway. Let me just kind of, I don't know, be your guardian for now, okay?

[tempredmental]

Why do I need a guardian all of a sudden?

[Keith stretched his arms and legs out in front of him. It wasn't very far.]

It's just my body that changed!

[Okay... and probably that maturity level.]

[the_tailor]

Think of it the other way around, Keith. If I turned into a nine year old, would you really want me running around an entire fleet unchecked?

[And Lance behaves better than Keith in most areas!]

[tempredmental]

[Keith sagged, all four limbs flopping back down rather dramatically.]

Nooo...

[That was a very reluctant sounding 'no', by the way.]

You'd probably be a terror child.

[the_tailor]

I would not be! Okay, so I was an eccentric kiddo and I didn't always obey all the rules all the time, but you cannot tell me with a straight face that you weren't ten times worse than me. Mr. Bad Boy.

[He gives him a little shove, laughing.]

[tempredmental]

Maybe I can.

[He pouted at the shove, and then crossed his arms again to pout.

Though, for good measure, he lightly kicked Lance in the shin.]

[the_tailor]

[Oh COME ON. Lance gives him a little glare.]

What was that for? You can't just kick people!

[tempredmental]

You shoved me!

[Who was the mature one here now?]

[the_tailor]

I nudged you!

[Damnit, Keith!]

[tempredmental]

Well, I'm smaaaallller, remember? So it felt like a shove!

[The snark was strong in this child.]

[the_tailor]

Oh, come off it! You can't use the "I'm small" excuse only when you feel like it!

[tempredmental]

You started it! You said I was small first!