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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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{OOC: Hit me up on plurk duches77 or PM my journal if you want to try something specific. I'm open! Also! This is now Keith post season 7, so poke me if you want me to avoid spoilers!}

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[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.]

[tempredmental]

That's not how it wo-

[Well... okay, hug. Fine. He sighed and put his arm around her in return.]

[the_tailor]

I'm gonna get Oliver to take a dump in your room and see what you say then--

[Oh okay. Fine. He rolls his eyes, but smiles as he pulls her right in.]

[pidge_out]

[She gives them both a squeeze, blatantly ignoring both of their empty threats.]

You're both dumbasses and I hate you.

[Because obviously that's how Pidge expresses her love for them. Deal with it.

Then, after another moment-] ..You guys learned things about the future, didn't you.

[tempredmental]

Guys.

[Keith shook his head and sighed. Enough with the gross out talk...

But he hesitated at her question. Well, yeah. They did. If it wasn't obvious by the Garrison cadet uniforms, then it could definitely be assumed by past patterns. Keith nodded.]

Yeah. We did.

[He shrugged a little.]

One thing's probably easy to guess. I uh... I know you didn't tell us anything when it was you, but... I don't know how much you want to know, if anything.

[the_tailor]

Hate you too, Pidgey.

[And he's just gonna lean down and drop a kiss to the top of her head. As for the other part...]

Yeah, I mean... Stuff happened, but we're in a good place right now for the most part. I don't really know how many details you wanna know.

[He gives a shrug as well.]

[pidge_out]

[Lance pressing a kiss to her hair makes something in Pidge tense ever so slightly. It just confirms that the only awkwardness left there is only coming from her. She's really going to have to get over it and soon.

She holds onto them both for just a moment longer, mainly because her mind is racing and she doesn't want either of them to see the worry that's creeping into her features.]

.. We-- made it to Earth? Is my family... Is everyone okay..?

[tempredmental]

Yeah. We did.

[There was a second of hesitation, as their arrival hadn't exactly been great, but...]

They're good. Your dad made it, and he did a lot of work integrating Altean and Earth technology together. Your mom seemed pretty excited about alien plants. And Matt made it back to Earth not long after we did.

[So... there. All the Holts. Together on Earth. Alive. Doing well. Three year time slippage? Galra occupation? Giant mech powered by an Altean? No big deal.]