Tick. Tick. Tick.
Pidge tapped the the armrest of her seat impatiently. It had been seemingly hours since anyone had said anything over the comms, save for Keith's call-outs for a check in with all of them.
She nearly choked on air when a dog landed on her chest out of nowhere. She fell out of her chair and started giggling when the wolf started licking her face.
Keith was alarmed at his boy's disappearance and turned on the comms. "Hey, where did the wol-" He cut off himself when he took a closer look at Pidge's comm. There was a big puff of fur on top of a small body and one arm raised in a thumbs up. He sighed grumpily. "I'm sorry Pidge, I haven't trained him very well yet."
Pidge pushed the wolf off of her chest gently and stood up, making her way to her seat. "It's fine." She patted the expectant wolf's head. "I didn't know he could do that though." She narrowed her eyes in concentration. "Almost makes me want to figure out how he does it."
Keith gave Pidge a steely glare through the comm. "You cut open my dog, and you'll be stuck in the space vacuum."
Shiro raised his eyebrows as he sat up from a box in the back of the lion. "Keith, don't say things like that. We're a team-remember?" Shiro chided his protege gently. Keith rolled his eyes. "I wasn't actually going to do that, Shiro." He looked at the comm. "Don't go hurting him though." Pidge shrugged. "Fine, whatever. Doesn't stop me from being curious." She jumped a bit when the wolf teleported again with a bright flash, and she looked through her comms. None of the paladins seemed to have the wolf in their cockpits. She pulled up the voice comm for everyone. "Hey, do you guys have the wolf in any of your lions? He just poofed out of my cockpit." The paladins responded in muffled negative noises, save for Lance. He ran into his cockpit, and put on his helmet, dressed only in a towel and soaking wet. "The wolf's with me." He called, his face showing a bit of annoyance. "Poofed in the shower and nearly made me fall out of the drainage vault!"
Keith smirked. "That's what you get for taking long showers every day. Call it payback for never leaving the rest of the lions with any water." Lance's jaw dropped open as he flailed his arms. "I nearly fell out into space porque de tú perro!" He yelled, slipping into Spanish out of anger. "¡Agh, de todos el mascotas usted podría obtener, das este maldito!" Lance kicked his chair as he grabbed the towel on his waist to prevent it from falling down, and walked back to his closet sized shower. "Could you call him back, Mullet? I don't exactly like stupid wolves staring at me while I shower."
Keith reluctantly whistled through the comm, and the wolf teleported back to the cockpit of the black paladin. Pidge sighed. "You know, we could really use the teleporting capabilities that the wolf possesses…" Keith shook his head fervently. "Dream on, Pidge. Get your own space wolf to torture." Keith turned off the comm, leaving Pidge alone and once again bored. She pulled out a stack of paper and space ink she had brought with her and decided to plan put ways that wolf possibly might teleport. Who knows, they might be able to use the capabilities to get home faster.
As she wrote hastily, her mind dwelled on Keith's parting comment. Getting her own space wolf… Now that was an idea. She added a seperate column and labeled it 'Possible Breeding Spots'. They did have about a year to get home; maybe she'd be able to get one. She wasn't sure how to take care of it, after all, the only dog her family had died when she was only about six; but if Keith, foster care dropout could take care of a space wolf without prior experience, so could she.
Besides, Matt loved dogs. Maybe once she was able to track him down again, she could show him her new companion, and then things could be normal again.
Pidge tapped the the armrest of her seat impatiently. It had been seemingly hours since anyone had said anything over the comms, save for Keith's call-outs for a check in with all of them.
She nearly choked on air when a dog landed on her chest out of nowhere. She fell out of her chair and started giggling when the wolf started licking her face.
Keith was alarmed at his boy's disappearance and turned on the comms. "Hey, where did the wol-" He cut off himself when he took a closer look at Pidge's comm. There was a big puff of fur on top of a small body and one arm raised in a thumbs up. He sighed grumpily. "I'm sorry Pidge, I haven't trained him very well yet."
Pidge pushed the wolf off of her chest gently and stood up, making her way to her seat. "It's fine." She patted the expectant wolf's head. "I didn't know he could do that though." She narrowed her eyes in concentration. "Almost makes me want to figure out how he does it."
Keith gave Pidge a steely glare through the comm. "You cut open my dog, and you'll be stuck in the space vacuum."
Shiro raised his eyebrows as he sat up from a box in the back of the lion. "Keith, don't say things like that. We're a team-remember?" Shiro chided his protege gently. Keith rolled his eyes. "I wasn't actually going to do that, Shiro." He looked at the comm. "Don't go hurting him though." Pidge shrugged. "Fine, whatever. Doesn't stop me from being curious." She jumped a bit when the wolf teleported again with a bright flash, and she looked through her comms. None of the paladins seemed to have the wolf in their cockpits. She pulled up the voice comm for everyone. "Hey, do you guys have the wolf in any of your lions? He just poofed out of my cockpit." The paladins responded in muffled negative noises, save for Lance. He ran into his cockpit, and put on his helmet, dressed only in a towel and soaking wet. "The wolf's with me." He called, his face showing a bit of annoyance. "Poofed in the shower and nearly made me fall out of the drainage vault!"
Keith smirked. "That's what you get for taking long showers every day. Call it payback for never leaving the rest of the lions with any water." Lance's jaw dropped open as he flailed his arms. "I nearly fell out into space porque de tú perro!" He yelled, slipping into Spanish out of anger. "¡Agh, de todos el mascotas usted podría obtener, das este maldito!" Lance kicked his chair as he grabbed the towel on his waist to prevent it from falling down, and walked back to his closet sized shower. "Could you call him back, Mullet? I don't exactly like stupid wolves staring at me while I shower."
Keith reluctantly whistled through the comm, and the wolf teleported back to the cockpit of the black paladin. Pidge sighed. "You know, we could really use the teleporting capabilities that the wolf possesses…" Keith shook his head fervently. "Dream on, Pidge. Get your own space wolf to torture." Keith turned off the comm, leaving Pidge alone and once again bored. She pulled out a stack of paper and space ink she had brought with her and decided to plan put ways that wolf possibly might teleport. Who knows, they might be able to use the capabilities to get home faster.
As she wrote hastily, her mind dwelled on Keith's parting comment. Getting her own space wolf… Now that was an idea. She added a seperate column and labeled it 'Possible Breeding Spots'. They did have about a year to get home; maybe she'd be able to get one. She wasn't sure how to take care of it, after all, the only dog her family had died when she was only about six; but if Keith, foster care dropout could take care of a space wolf without prior experience, so could she.
Besides, Matt loved dogs. Maybe once she was able to track him down again, she could show him her new companion, and then things could be normal again.