Amidst the white covers, a mass of black hair peeked out, ruffled and curled Lance loved Keith's bed hair. He stood over Keith and poked at the hair, a face emerged, frowning as always, heavy eyebrows furrowed and long lashes cracking open to reveal the deep purple
"Wakey wakey" Lance poked again
"Nyghph" Keith grunted closing his eyes again
"Good morning puppy" Lance cooned. Keith threw a spare pillow and rolled over
"For the love of God stop calling me that". Lance laughed as he walked over to the curtains and pulled them open, letting the light shine into their shared room. Keith nestled further in the sheets, his black mop disappearing
"Get up! I do NOT want good food going to waste" Lance pulled the sheets from Keith before he had a chance to grab them. He curled up as the warm cuckoon left him, wearing only a baggy shirt and boxers. After more annoyed encouragment from Lance, Keith finally gave in and sat up, yawning as he stretched before looking at Lance bleary eyes
"What is for breakfast?"
"Paaaancaaaakes" Lance sung, doing a little dance in his blue dressing gown
"Mmm nice" Keith hummed
"Gonna need it" Lance showed Keith his phone display, Keith blinked at the bright light
"Yeah yeah as if I would forget" Keith groaned as he joined Lance walking downstairs.
"Don't forget to wash those dirty claws" Lance snickered
"Wow you're really going for it this month" Keith glared.