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]

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.

[the_tailor]

Awww, Keith, come on!

[He sure as heck isn't leaving you to your own devices right now, Keith. Lance gets up and follows him.]

You know I'm just worried about you!

[tempredmental]

[More pouting!]

It's not fair! I don't wanna be small.

[the_tailor]

I know. But until you're big again, I just want to make sure you're okay.

[And he really is worried about Keith's general impulsiveness + maturity level of a kid.]

[tempredmental]

[Lance should probably be worrying about Keith's temper, too, because it seemed to be a lot less stable at this maturity level. Though, could it really be considered stable to begin with?]

I'll... be... fine...

[He might have to learn this the hard way.]

[the_tailor]

Keith, c'mon. Just let me stick with you for now until you've got this all figured out, okay?

[He doesn't want the hard way to be Keith accidentally lopping off one of his hands!]

[tempredmental]

[Keith took a few huffy breaths, clenched his little hands into fists at his sides, and narrowed his eyes at Lance.

And all he managed to do was look completely adorable.]

Fine.

[He was definitely not happy about this. Nothing personal against Lance, but the last thing he wanted was to go back to being a child... for a multitude of reasons, really.]

[the_tailor]

[It really isn't fair how utterly adorable Keith looks. Even though he knows he's unhappy and frustrated with the situation... He looks so cute about it.

He reaches down to take one of those little hands.]

What do you want to do?

[tempredmental]

[Lance holding his hand sort of melted that temper a bit. Keith looked at their hands for a second, and then relaxed his so he could hold on to Lance's in return.]

I don't know.

[He kind of sagged a little, looking down.]

Hide, maybe?

[He might be a little embarrassed at being this size.]