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[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, OPEN
Broadcast: No
Action: Huntress, Iskaulit, open to other ideas!
When: Kind of a system catch-all post-update, starting Nov 26

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[It took a moment for all his memories to mesh together again once he woke up, but Keith sat up slowly once they did. Okay, ha ha, Atroma... Garrison cadet uniforms sucked. He sighed and glanced back over his shoulder to see if Lance had made it back or stayed or just... whatever.

Judging by the uniform on him, too, Lance had gone back, too... or slept through it? Keith definitely felt like he'd slept through it.

And the graphitti on his face indicated-wait...

Keith's eyebrows went up... and he looked around the room. Pidge. Keith knew Lance was going to flip out when he woke up, but, for now, Keith wasn't going to leave Pidge just lying on the floor. He carefully picked her up and put her on the bed. There was a moment of concern at how passed out she was, especially when he noticed the signs of exhaustion in her features. What the heck happened?

Keith headed out to get some water only to notice his own new look in the bathroom mirror. Well then. He just hoped it wasn't permanent marker this time. He started washing, deciding that Pidge could get her own water when she woke up... or maybe just let her and Lance wake up together. That could be interesting...]

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[This is probably the only time Keith's come back from a trip home or a impromptu coma in a relatively good mood. Granted, he wasn't exactly bouncing around the Huntress or the Iskaulit like it was the BEST DAY EVER, but he didn't seem as 'emo' as usual.

He could be found at the gym, the obstacle course, getting food, in the Voltron team "Lion's Den", doing his turn at the helm on the Huntress... basically being himself, but less depressed and angsty.]

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[It took a few days to really catch on, but, eventually, Keith had to catch Lance and pull him aside. He'd been distant lately, and it was concerning. Ever since they got back, really. He knew it was hard on their relationship to keep getting new memories of them not being a couple back home, and Keith was a little worried that Lance might be considering that route for here in the Fleet, too.]

Hey... [He stopped Lance from leaving their room one morning.] Is everything okay? You seem kind of... distant.

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[pidge_out]

[That's right, Lance. That sucker was drawn in with permanent marker, so good luck washing it off. At least the wrinkles and the "Purple Paladin" was done in whiteboard marker. Though all the Altean practice was done in a mix of different kinds. Allura's writing is easier to wash off, but Pidge's... Well, she'd been in the middle of drawing that dick when practice happened.

Surprisingly enough, the leaping out of bed or the screaming doesn't actually quite wake her. She does groan and roll over, burrowing her face into pillow, curling up into an even tighter ball.]

Soooo looouuudd... Shut up, Lance...

[tempredmental]

[Sorry, Lance, but Keith kind of laughed a little. That phrase sounded pretty bad out of context. But, hey... at least the rest of the ship knew they were back awake again. He turned back when he heard Pidge, and then sighed, giving her a good push on the shoulder.]

Pidge, come on... you're sleeping in our bed.

[Sure, he had picked her up and put her there, but maybe the words would sink in and get her to wake up.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance is grimacing as he desperately tries to scrub at all the marks on his face. Most of the rest of the graffiti comes out fine, but the dick? Oh no, that's the stubborn one, and he is so unsurprised. Little gremlin probably drew that in permanent marker. From the looks of it, he's got markings all over his body.

His curiosity at the Altean is dampened by the fact that, you know, marker. On his beautiful skin.

He lets out another little shout of anger before stumbling right into the shower. No way is he facing the world like this. Lance hates to be scrubbing at his skin so hard, but noooo way is anyone else allowed to see him like this. Bad enough that Pidge did.]

[pidge_out]

[Another groan, another moment of burrowing her face into the pillow beneath her. Voices. Why so many voices and sounds? She did not fall asleep to this shit. This is stupi--

Wait. She fell asleep?!

That thought alone is enough to have her jolt up into a sitting position, so fast that she probably headbutted Keith on the way up. But her eyes are suddenly very wide open and frantically searching her surroundings (bed, she's in the bed, why is she in the bed). Eventually her gaze settles on Keith, who is very much awake.

And she promptly launches herself at him for a hug.]

KEITH!!

[tempredmental]

[Headbutt dodge number two of the morning, but she was closer, so it was definitely a closer call than with Lance. Her hair grazed his chin. He looked startled when they finally made eye-contact, and that wasn't alleviated with the sudden tackle. Still, to his credit, he didn't completely freeze up at the surprise hug like he usually did, and managed to hug her back.]

Hey... nice to see you, too.

[Okay, this definitely felt a lot like a "she tried to stay awake they whole time they were asleep thing".]

You okay?

[the_tailor]

[Lance returns with a blue fuzzy robe just in time to see Pidge clinging to Keith. The sight makes him fairly amused, though he's still not super happy about the whole marker thing.]

Well, looks like the little artist is awake, huh.

[pidge_out]

[Pidge is downright clinging to Keith. Face buried in his chest, arms wrapped tight around his torso. No, she's not crying thankyouverymuch, but there's such a sense of relief about her that both boys can probably feel it. She pulls back only a little bit when she hears Lance approach, but her arms stay locked in place.] Oh my gosh... Ohmygosh you're both finally awake. [She manages a small laugh, just before hiding her face again against Keith's chest.] You assholes.

[tempredmental]

Yeah... we're awake.

[Keith glanced back at Lance for a second, and then gently patted Pidge on the back.]

Did you seriously sit in here the entire time waiting for us to wake up?

[the_tailor]

Seconding that question. Also, I'm a little offended that you're giving Keith a hug and I get nothing.

[Are things...still awkward between them?]

[pidge_out]

[Don't mind Pidge, she's just wiping her face on Keith's shirt for no reason. Because she's not crying, that would be stupid. But after a second she does emerge with an embarrassed smile on her face, glancing back and forth between the two boys.]

I was worried, okay? Last time this happened I got knocked out, too.

[She then sniffs once, rubbing at her face quickly before turning more of her attention onto Lance. Honestly, she does still feel a little awkward around him. But that's hardly his fault at this point, and the worry she'd had over her friends falling into comas had kind of trumped that. So she just looks over at him, offers a small, amused half-smile... and snorts softly.]

Maybe once I can't see part of a dick on your face.

[tempredmental]

[Well... it was the Garrison uniform jacket, so Keith didn't really care at this point. Those things were ugly as sin, to be honest. Keith loosened his hold as he felt her pull back and sit up more. He then looked over at Lance as Pidge mentioned the dick on his face, and couldn't help it. He snorted a little.]

Sorry, Lance... but, yeah... you didn't get it all off.

[Not that Keith had been entirely successful, either. The red she'd colored on his scar was still somewhat visible, too.]

[the_tailor]

You--augh!

[Aaaand he's just going to spin around and march right back to the bathroom. About a minute later, he returns, his skin red from the scrubbing he's done to get the remnants of the drawing off.]

Is this better?!

[pidge_out]

[She spends that minute laughing, sorry Lance. Almost full on cackling. She knows she should probably feel bad about laughing at his expense, but it feels good to laug; it's the first time she really has in a long while.

When he comes back she sits up again, wiping at her face with one hand and fighting down a little sniffle, despite the shit-eating grin on her face.]

Well now you look like a tomato.

[tempredmental]

[At that comment, Keith gave Pidge a small shove.]

Easy.

[He got up off the bed and stretched. How cute... the boyfriends in their matching cadet uniforms...

Keith reached up and gently rubbed at the side of Lance's face.]

It's fine.

[the_tailor]

[He's just going to pout a little. And lean into the touch. Because take that, Pidge, now you have to watch gross sappiness.]

Hmph...

[pidge_out]

[Pidge makes a face at the display, playfully rolling her eyes and making a gagging sound.]

Gross.

[She swings her legs back over the edge of the bed, shaking her head and all but shielding her eyes so she can't see them.]

Couldn't you wait to get all shmoopy for after I leave the room?

[the_tailor]

Think of it as revenge for not giving me a hug.

[And he'll just be sticking her tongue out at her.

There's a lot rushing through his head right now, but this--this is something he can focus on safely for now.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith just made a face at Pidge. He had a lot on his mind, too, now that all the Fleet memories were coming back, but he was deciding to think about it later. If anything, it was kind of making his head hurt, and he had finally not been having headaches anymore, so he didn't want to push it.]

Well, we're back, and we're going to be doing this kind of stuff again, so... [He shrugged, leaving that hanging for her interpret as she wanted.]

[pidge_out]

You don't deserve hugs yet. Only Keith gets one because he didn't ask for it. [That's her story and she's sticking with it, Lance. It's easier than the alternative, after all. And that comment from Keith is uncalled for. Pidge sticks her tongue out and makes a face.] BLECH. I should go before you guys start shoving your tongues down each other's throats.

[tempredmental]

[Keith chuckled and shook his head.]

Nah... I'm not that bad. Gotta keep him in check, though.

[He smirked a bit, teasing Lance.]

[the_tailor]

[If he knew Keith wouldn't yell at him for doing it, he'd totally grab his ass just to gross out Pidge more. Thankfully for her, Lance knows not to unamuse his boyfriend too much.]

Look, there's gotta be an obligatory romantic and otherwise reunion. And I'm totally not accepting that as an excuse for no hugs. You owe me, gremlin.

[But it's said in a fond voice.]

And pff, Keith, that's a losing battle.

[pidge_out]

[Pidge just rolls her eyes and waves a hand dismissively. But she's smirking.]

Gross. You're gonna make me puke on your bed. No more hugs for either of you.

[tempredmental]

[He just rolled his eyes a little at Lance. He had his ways...]

Well, not if you're gonna be all pukey in my bed. [Keith made a face.] Geeze.

[the_tailor]

[He always did.]

You puke on it, you clean it up!

[pidge_out]

Nope. Your room, your problems. [Such a smirk. She's achieved maximum troll status as she crosses the room toward them.

And then immediately pulls them both into a tight group hug.]