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

[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!

[the_tailor]

Yeah, well, you're the one insisting you're totally fine and don't need a guardian!

[tempredmental]

Well, I don't! I'm still the same person!

[the_tailor]

Keith, I've been around kids all my life. I've taken care of them. And I know just how easy it is for someone small to get themselves hurt. And in a place like this? With someone who acts as reckless as you do?

[tempredmental]

I'm not that reckless.

[Yes, Keith. Yes, you were.]

[the_tailor]

Tell me that with a straight face, Keith. I dare you.

[STARE.]

[tempredmental]

I never do anything I don't think I can handle.

[Well, that wasn't technically wrong...]

[the_tailor]

Then do it.

[tempredmental]

Do what?

[Challenge!]

[the_tailor]

Tell me that you're not reckless. With a completely straight face. Like you believe it.

1/2

[tempredmental]

[Keith studied Lance closely... very closely.]

2/2

[tempredmental]

Fine.

[He crossed his little arms.]

I'm not reckless.

[Someone was a much more of a little shit as a child.]

[the_tailor]

...Yeah, sorry kiddo, I'm not buying it for a moment.

[Eyeroll.]

[tempredmental]

I said it exactly the way you wanted me to say it!

[Keith hopped off the bed. He was officially done and out. He headed for the door.]

Forget it. I don't need a chaperone.