Keith was many things.

But he was most definitely NOT a chew toy. (At least, not when anyone was watching.)

But sometimes, when his mother was in the shower, or when she was asleep, Kosmo would drag Keith's armor out of its cabinet. Sometimes he chewed on it when Keith was still wearing it after training, lounging on the couch.

Keith made sure, however, not to let Kosmo do it when others were in the room.

Because the last time a dog chewed on him - Cerberus, an accident from his time with the Blades - Lance wouldn't stop teasing him.

Sometimes, when a new divot appeared in his armor from Kosmo's constant chewing, Keith had to think up an excuse.

And he was running out of them.

The first time it was pretty easy.

"Hey, Keith," Pidge had asked, peering questioningly at his leg, "how did your armor get so chewed up?"

Keith had looked at Lance, who was standing nearby, a playful smirk on his face. "Oh, yeah. It was just a little weak from years of overuse last night it kinda bent inwards."

The next time was not much different. "Hmm? Oh, that's been on for a while. Knife mark from Macidus."

Now, it came out as something like "I tripped."

And, of course Lance burst out laughing, thumping him merrily on the back. "You, of all people, mullet, tripped?! That would've been amazing to get on video, ya know. Wait-!"

"The Garrison security cameras!" Pidge grinned, a smile cracking her lips.

"Guys, lay off." Keith grunted, playfully pushing Lance away. "It was more of a stumble, anyway."

"How'd you trip, buddy?"

And then, because Keith was bad under pressure, he said hurriedly "Over the wolf. He bit my armor in surprise."

There was a moment of nerve wracking silence, and then Allura began to giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. "K-Keith, did you become a chewing toy again?" She sounded very pleased with herself, because she had finally learned what a 'chew toy' was just the week before.

"Dude!" Hunk grinned, shaking his head."

"So He likes chewing on my armor, so what?" Keith shrugged, fighting down his embarrassment with a knife.

"What-? Oh, man, he likes chewing on it? As in, he does it often, and you LET him?" Lance grinned, milking the joke as much as he could.

Keith opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "Maybe."

"That's a 'yes' everyone! Give the man a hand."

"Lance…" Keith warned, beginning to get mad. And when he got mad, he got MAD. "Just…don't."

"Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to make you mad." Lance frowned, narrowing his eyes. "Did the rest of those marks come from Kosmo?" He asked, gesturing to his leader's entire suit of armor.

"I'm NOT a chew toy." Keith grumbled. "My wolf just likes chewing on things, and he damages my armor the least."

"He still damages it though." Pidge poked his chest plate, pointing to two marks, probably done by Kosmo's teeth.

"Yeah, I know. But what else will he chew on? My knives? Yeah, right."

Sudden mischievous smile brightened on everyone's faces, causing Keith's heart to do worried cartwheels.

"Hey-! Wait just a moment!" He protested, catching on. "Don't you dare-!"

This is a sequel (kinda) to GriffTalon's Chew Toy. Check it out today, at www GriffTalonisawesome!

Just kidding, that's now a website. But Griffen is really awesome!