[the sharp exclamation from pidge catches buggy's attention yet again, and the way he's looking at her suggests that the alien may have just learned a new word.....
but keith's absolutely not dwelling on this and instead grabs the nearest kitchen towel to drop over the spilt coffee.]
Buggy, just go. [punctuated with a one armed flex and another gesture towards the door.] You okay, PIdge? Sorry about Buggy, he's a handful.
[a big handful. but at least the UB is toddling off towards the door, flexing at any incineroar on the way.....]
[well bye rover....?? keith's eyes briefly follow the birb goes zooming off to safety, then quickly snap back to pidge. this time, he takes a few moments to organize his thoughts before responding. his voice is calmer when he speaks -- no apology in sight yet, but decidedly less accusatory and more civil.]
And you haven't noticed any patterns or common links between the people who've disappeared?
[a year's a long time to be collecting this kind of data. four, if shiro's been keeping an eye on the situation.]
There has to be a better strategy than just waiting.
[So, about a day or so after the whole Aether Foundation Raid went down, there's a message on the 'gear. Just a plain, ordinary text message. No fuss, no fancy text.]
well, technically i guess you guys could do that beforehand and then just treat the ceremony stuff like a big party that Lance or Allura or Yuuko could plan for you guys...
Pretty sure chihuahuas aren't one of those breeds, but hey, I'm a sharpshooter, not a vet. What do I know?
[Nothing. That's what.]
Okay, well, point there, but you liked it.
[Peering back at her and her red cheeks, Lance smirks, dipping his head down to pressing his lips against the shell of her ear.]
I sure wasn't hearing anything but my name all those times I licked you. Kinda wanna hear it again.
[It's really not the time to let his hormones go buckwild, but the teasing is also a distraction. If Pidge pushes him away, he'll accept it for what it is. This time, Lance is really following her lead.]
[The sad thing is, Pidge honestly tries to remember whether or not the chihuahua is one of the smarter breeds of dog. She's no vet either, unfortunately, and this is exactly the kind of thing that falls way outside of her realm of expertise. Which ends up being kind of irritating since she's used to knowing things. She ends up making a face, nose wrinkling as a show of that irritation, and she really wants to have a snarky response to that whole thing--
Except then Lance is back to talking about the things his mouth do, and his lips are brushing against her skin, and he's gotten extremely up close and personal, and Pidge's cheeks are back to being a flaming red. She doesn't push him away (perhaps against her better judgment), just tries to repress the little electric shudder that runs through her. And play off the hitch in her breath as the start of a chuckle.]
I-- don't remember liking it. [Lies. She did.] I remember you liking it, among other things.
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