[Lance is far too busy chewing out his frustrations when Pidge is suddenly in his space, all up in his face, and he's thinking she's about to kick his ass for some unknown reason.
That would be kind of hot if it means getting yoked up by a girl, but what is hotter is that she doesn't hit him. No, Pidge is suddenly talking and all Lance can do is listen until she has said every one that needed to be said and that he needed to hear. They really need to start communicating better, but even more, start believing in each other more. He loves her and she loves him. If there's anything they've got in this world, it's the other person.
Now that he's free from her grasp, Lance leans into her space now, a smirk curling the corner of his lips.]
Your breath smells like Meowth booty.
[Because god, who is Lance but the dummy who breaks the tension by insulting his girlfriend simply because it'll redirect her anger from rolling internally and to being a nice distraction while she strangles him. Better she be mad at him than at herself. Lance never wants Pidge to feel pain ever again if he can help it.]
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That would be kind of hot if it means getting yoked up by a girl, but what is hotter is that she doesn't hit him. No, Pidge is suddenly talking and all Lance can do is listen until she has said every one that needed to be said and that he needed to hear. They really need to start communicating better, but even more, start believing in each other more. He loves her and she loves him. If there's anything they've got in this world, it's the other person.
Now that he's free from her grasp, Lance leans into her space now, a smirk curling the corner of his lips.]
Your breath smells like Meowth booty.
[Because god, who is Lance but the dummy who breaks the tension by insulting his girlfriend simply because it'll redirect her anger from rolling internally and to being a nice distraction while she strangles him. Better she be mad at him than at herself. Lance never wants Pidge to feel pain ever again if he can help it.]