Keith lay quiet in his bed, staring up at the celeing. He was bored out of his mind. He had absolutely nothing to do, other than train and socialize - he had just come back from one, before his nap, and outright refused to do the other.
He felt a sudden naging at the back of his mind. Keith's brain was sending hin strange messages. Mate it said. Must find Mate. What the hell was a mate? Was this another strange galra term? Ugh...
With increasing curiosity and nothing else better to do, Keith allwed his instincs to take over. A gentle, calming sensation swept over him, easibg him in to a half-transformed state, complete with claws, furry ears, and twitching tail. He felt the persistent bugging at the back of his mind now front and center, Keith was overcome with a need to seek out his mate, his bonded.
The paladin stood, mindful of the low celeing, and, in a hormonal daze, made his way to the lounge room. He seemed to be following a scent: it was sweet yet masculine, and smelled slightly of the ocean. It was soothing to breathe in.
Keith stood in the doorway between the dirmitory hall snd the lounge room, visually scavenging the room for what even the giant kitten inside of him wanted. His eye caught on the toffee-brown boot swaying side-to-side, it's respective keg propped up against a knee, just barely peeking out from the other side of the couch.
Mate. Lance? No, Mate. Your mate. Your bonded.
Silently, Keith slowly walked to the source of the beautiful sweet-sea aroma. He crouched down and tensed, preparing for a leap. He pounced on top of Lance, landing on his abdomen.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Lanced yelled. Had he not noticed Keith before, he certainly had now. "Keith?! The hell are you doing?!"
Keith responded by crawling up Lance's sprawn-out body, and cuddling closer. He nuzzled Lance's neck snd inhaled - delicious - and looked up to him.
Keith looked absolutely adorable; pupils blown, cat ears erect, tail swishing happily in the air, and a dopey, pleased smile on his face. Lsnce blinked, cheeks aflame. "Keith...?"
Keith purred, and leaned up to lick Lance on the cheek with his oddly-textured tounge. He snuggled up closer to his bonded, a satisfied feeling absorbing him.
Lannce was still staring at him with wide eyes, heart beating madly. He hesitantly outstretched his hand, and rubbed in between Keith's purple ears. The cat-boy immediately leaned into the touch, the purring sounds getting louder. Lance smiled tentatively and trailed his finger down to the nape of Keiths neck, and scratched lighty. Keith let out a low mewl.
"Oh my god..." Lance whisper-shouted, "You're so cute!"
A quiet 'mrow' escaped Keith's lips as he adjusted his position. He rotated his body so he was curled up in Lance's lap, and his tails subconsciously wrapped around the blue paladin's leg. He purred contently and let sleep sweep him away.
Lance shifted ever-so slightly, and let his eyes drop closed, a relaxed smile on his face.
Pidge snapped a picture.