a/n: hiii small chapter to get some story progress. im playing around with what's going to happen next so that's why updates are taking so long.
Lance stiff, he sat on his bed.
Hair of lavender, body of Dove, and skin rubbed raw, red.
He didn't feel real in this moment.
He didn't want to go to Hunk's room. Lance rubbed at his eyes, looked up at the ceiling. He had a headache. Though the shower was cleansing of soap and tears, it was just too much. It was too soon, Keith just...not here.
Lance sat up from his slump, up, now standing, then started walking.
Lance stood in front of Hunk's room; hand raised to knock. He could walk away now.
He could just, go.
The door opens and Hunk's face sags, eyes glazed thickly of donut's frosting. It was almost like Lance could see the thoughts in his brain, past his orange bandana. It was just a few milliseconds, but Hunk's face told Lance how he really was.
Maybe Hunk was worse off than Lance? Was he?
Hunk stepped forward and looked up, "Aahh!"
"Oh." Lance's hands stiffened, "Sorry."
"No, it's ok." Hunk perked up, "No worries."
Hunk laughed awkwardly.
He tried to shake it off, but Lance knew.
"I'm sorry." Lance siad again, "Well. I'm here."
"Oh. Sure, come in, make yourself at home. I was just going to get you."
"Oh yeah?" Lance walks in, sat on Hunk's bed.
"So, what's with the invite?"
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In the front of the ship, a red-haired man running his hands through his hair.
He is looking at the logs of the med bay.
He is looking at the supplies, numbers, and what they actually need.
They are low, the supplies.
The numbers won't last.
Keith needs to make it for an interminable amount of time. Coran needs more time.
They only have about two weeks of supplies left to keep him stable.
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Pidge is in her room, still working on the device.
She puts a screwdriver to it, and tries to tweak the tightness of a screw, to see if it does anything. It was mostly red, with screws poking out of it. It was meant to be more functional than for looks. It was-
There is a loud trill from the device.
"Shit!" She jumped and threw the thing to the other side of her desk.
It trilled in response again.
"Ah. Shut up!" She hit it with the red screwdriver.
"Dumb device."
It quiets.
.
He was only exploring; he had nothing to do. He only goes in Pidge's room if the door is open.
She doesn't keep it open often.
So, he wandered in.
What the hell is Pidge making?
He stepped closer to the thing and poked it.
It screamed and him and Pidge at the same time reacted to it.
Keith caught his breath and in a burst of panic, he poked it again.
"Ah. Shut up!" Pidge swore under her breath, then hit it with the screwdriver, "Dumb device."
She got back to work on something else that was on her desk.
Pidge might now know it yet, but her device...Keith...Holy shit.
When Keith touched it, and it went off.
That might be it.