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I don't need another friend. I already have two.

The Sleepover meme

You all know how it goes. Maybe its a group of teenage friends at someone's house, maybe its adult strangers snowed in at the airport, maybe its a camping trip of kids but for some reason, you're all going to end up spending the night together. Sleep is for the weak and distractions are needed. Will lifelong friendships be forged and broken or will everyone just end up covered in silly string and hungover? Your choice will decide your fate. Better grab your overnight duffle, your favorite pillow, some people to hang out with and choose wisely.

options:

1. Games. Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, Settlers of Catan or a vicious game of Uno. Ice breakers, social stand-ins, conversation starters: these are the games we play that bind us together against a common enemy or tear us apart. Is it fair play or can there be only one? Find out who your friends are and keep them close. Nations have gone to war for less than this.

2. Pranks. Get enough people together in a group, add alcohol, or just insane levels of tiredness, and it's bound to happen. Maybe you were dared to or maybe you just got stuck with the phone when it was already ringing but its time to break out the TP and find a house with trees in front or figure out if your neighbor's refrigerator is running. Can things go wrong? Oh yes. Oh yes, very. Hope you wore your running sneakers when Old Man Griminch catches you with those eggs.

3. Scary times. Because really, what's a sleep-over without some fear? Whether its a horror movie in a room with no lights, Bloody Mary dares at midnight or campfire stories about true events that happened on a night just like tonight, a night together with friends doesn't end right if no one's screaming or in tears. Grab those batman snuggies, its time to get creepy.

4. Food! No party is a party without food. Maybe its making chocolate chip cookies at midnight, maybe its a food run, maybe its marshmallows over that aforementioned campfire. Whatever it is, its time to break out the grub and play fluffy bunnies until someone pukes.

5. Make-over! Break out the glitter nail polish and hot irons. This old sleep-over staple is sure to create bonding moments and only mild scarring. Learn to braid hair, learn to apply eyeliner, learn which of your friends has the fashion sense of a 1930s clown. Did someone fall asleep before the rest of the group? Well, that's what sharpie pens, shaving cream and firehouse red lipstick was invented for. The 80s are calling and they're not taking no for an answer.

6. Snuggle pile! That's right. After a hard night of pixy stix and jello twister it was only a matter of time before everyone ended up crashing. Hard. Whether you wind up in a puppy pile or just using a stranger's shoulder for a pillow, at some point one of you is going to wake up enough to steal a blanket.

7. Soul searching. It's five in the morning and everyone else has gone to sleep. Now's the time for deep thoughts, deep conversations and utterly life altering questions. Like 'do seagulls ever get sad?' and 'why are they called 'styrofoam peanuts' if you can't eat them?'. Someone's got the answers. You might have to wake them up to get them but its now or never. Universal truths aren't going to wait for reasonable hours.

8. Grab bag! you do what you want!

you know the routine. Put your character, series and any prefs in the header. Tag around. Have fun. And don't fall asleep first whatever you do.

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[aw yiss. Come at him! cross-canon/medium welcome as well as canon crew. He is the fluffy bunny king! ~~just don't trust him with s'mores. He'll set those on fire~~]

[It's a strange alien planet of lush blue grass and sweet pastries and kind aliens. Another victory for Voltron destroys six large Galra ships from the planet's land, and the people of the capital took it upon themselves to thank them all with days of celebration and rest. They had their own team of mechanics and assistants working throughout the day to restore the damages, and at night, as the planet managed to throw a giant feast and celebration. Many of the civilians were continuing their celebration, but half of the paladins had turned in.

Well. Sort of. It was still early, so 'turned in' just meant 'not at the party' for some of them. Lance just switched to the new soft pajamas they'd given them all, and grabbed new products from the special alien beauty stash before tiptoeing off to find Shiro. In the end, Shiro was just the best candidate for this. After all, Hunk was busy with Pidge snooping in the technology quarters (boring), and Keith had found a friend to spar with (snoooooore), and Allura was off doing diplomat-y things. Which left only Shiro. Technically Coran too, but... no. Guy was off telling olden day stories with the other older guys on that planet, and Lance was noooot going to get in the middle of that.

Lance heads up to his door, a small box of items and a bag of chips that tasted like lays in one arm, a pillow in the other. It's ambush time.]

Hey, Shiro! Are you busy?

[Shiro doesn't mind all the attention. Really he doesn't. He got used to having to rub shoulders with people at fund raisers back after he'd graduated from the Garrison and been an up and comer in the world of space travel. The month before Kerberos had been packed with them too. So he knows how to nod and smile and say thank you and nod some more and listen to all the people that just want to talk.

That said, he had rarely been as grateful to have an excuse to retreat back to the castle - and his room in the castle - in his entire life. He's got himself a cup of what he can pretend is green tea and a book with a clear translator page thrown over it that can convert Altean to something he can read and he'd pretty much decided he's going to go hermit for at least the rest of the night and possible the next day as much as he can too. He enjoys people, he just... needs down time to recharge. So he's in a pair of what he's going to call sweatpants and a tshirt, pushed up in the corner of his bed that lets him put his back and one side to a wall and pull his knees closer, bare feet under the covers when his door chimes.]

Come in.

[It's automatic. He couldn't ignore it or answer otherwise if he tried. He tells himself its because someone might need him but really... he has a very hard time with the concept that the space he's in -

that he has any right to deny anyone, or thing, entry into it.

It's a feeling he doesn't like - but its one he can deal with sometime later. When the world isn't falling apart. The fact that its Lance's voice though - that's what has the muscles along his shoulders relaxing and the smile that's real, and a little crooked, moving over his lips.]

Not really busy. What's up?

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[Of course he'd be in here. Lance is rather glad; he'd be bored out of his mind if he'd gone searching to come back empty-handed, probably enough to even offer Keith beauty treatments--which he's been turned down way too often to keep asking, and yet he still does. But it has Lance grinning as he bumps the pad to open Shiro's door, a little amazed to see Shiro so relaxed and tucked in already.]

Not gonna lie, I was expecting you to be doing hardcore weight-lifting in your spare time here. But this is good.

[And thus begins Lance's quest to invade Shiro's space. He approaches it slowly, just in case Shiro actually is busy, or if 'not really' truly means 'swamped but will make time for you anyway', but Shiro just looks... comfortable. Lance grins; it means he has a shot. He holds up the items in his hands and affixes the older paladin with his laziest attempt at puppy dog eyes.]

Welllllll... I got these cool beauty supply things from the locals and I need a second opinion to test this nail polish on. So? So? Can I paint your nails? I promise I'll be quiet if you're busy! Everyone else is busy... [Which is a flat out lie. He's going to chat Shiro's ear off if he lets him.]

[Lance has a way of relaxing any atmosphere and Shiro snorts an amused sound at the work out assessment. It's not entirely off but - ]

Maybe next time.

[His eyes trace over to follow what Lance is holding in his hands, uncomprehending, but aware that, whatever it is, Lance is pretty happy about it.

The puppy dog eyes just get a raised eyebrow.

And then he blinks. Not really sure what he heard is filtering right through his ears. The raised eyebrow comes down to join its partner lower over Shiro's eyes and a slightly confused but pleased smile peeks out.]

You want to... paint my nails?

[Don't worry, Lance. He's not even going to pretend to take your promise to be quiet about it seriously.]

[Next time, but this is actually pretty good. Lance is glad to know Shiro actually does sit down and breathe, otherwise he and Hunk were probably going to have to go on a Make-Them-Rest mission throughout the team. He waits with bated breath as Shiro tries to understand this, but just grins more when he can't quite get it.

Further invitation to move closer. Lance tosses the pillow on the far end of Shiro's bed--already a sign that he's taking the answer as a 'yes' without quite saying it, and lifts the lid on the box to show the contents. It's a manicure-pedicure home kit, complete with at minimum ten colors of nail polish.]

Sure do. You can even pick what colors you want. And it seems to have a nail pen, so if you want I can draw on them too. I mean, if you want. Could write your name, draw little stars, whatever.

And... [To make matters a little worse, he shuts the lid and reaches into the bag, where there's another small box.] Could even do facials if you wanted them.

[Okay, he somehow missed the pillow when it was tucked under Lance's arm but he very definitely sees it when it thumps up on the foot of his bed and he's suddenly hit with the realization that he's walked right into a trap. Or invited it in. Or something. But the fact this is a long term plan is certainly a lot clearer to him and -

and he doesn't mind. He actually...

it would be nice. It would be nice not to be alone and yet still have his private space and his down time and -

and some company too.

He actually feels the little burst of warmth inside his chest and he exhales a laugh and shakes his head a little, edges of his eyes crinkling.]

You want to paint my nails and do facials?

[Shiro has never in his life - his grin breaks out and he sits up, setting his book aside and folding his legs.]

Sure. Tell me everything you've got.

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[The laugh is a hopeful sign. Lance is on the verge of downright begging for Shiro to indulge him when the older paladin agrees, and the widest grin breaks out onto his face. He got lucky, he's sure of it, but now that Shiro agrees, he's not going to let him go that easily.]

Okay! I brought a lot, just in case.

[Setting the bag down, he kneels on the floor and opens the small box. Inside, they've got things for mixing facials, moisturizers, facial scrubbing pads, and tonics. Lance points to them as he explains what one of the girls told him, including one bottle that he lifts out and squints at.]

I don't remember what she said this one is... maaaaybe we'll leave this one.

[But they've got the full workings for mud masks or clear masks. Lance kind of wants to do both. He sets that one on the bed, then opens the nail one. Skin scrubbers, hand lotions, deep moisturizers, nail polishes and removers, design tools... It's a mini works.]

Seems like this planet has an entire beauty team that go around to other planets. They said they're the reason earth knows what toners are, which was kind of great. Toners are nice.

[And finally, he pulls out the bag of chips and two drink pouches that taste like fruit punch from the bag. He even brought snacks.] Aren't you lucky, Shiro? You're in for the full pampering works by yours truly!

[Shiro can't help but be fascinated as Lance points out item after item and he leans forward to lift some of them for closer view before putting them back. He... hadn't been aware there was that much available for faces much less fingers. Though he'd always viewed his grandmother's box of beauty products with something akin to the awe most children reserved for magicians. His eyebrows go up a little at the idea of a team going around to other planets

and wonders if that's like Avon?

He has no idea what toners are.

He does recognize the drinks and chips though and his face splits into a wide grin as he shakes his head at the end.]

You really have all the bases covered. [He pats his bed because there's one chair at his desk and that's it for seating and Lance really shouldn't have to spend his time on the floor.] Are you sure this is safe for humans and we're not both going to show up for training tomorrow looking like blueberries?

[Lance doesn't bother explaining everything just yet, pretty certain he'll do so once they get started. After all, there's a lot, and the quick-pick explanation will just drift past anyone's ears--well, Shiro might get it, because it's Shiro, but he opts to not overwhelm him from the start. Grinning, Lance shifts closer and plops himself right on Shiro's bed, setting the boxes down on the space around them.]

I sure do! They gave me stuff for a beauty night and I'm gonna have a beauty night! But yeah, it's safe.

[He pauses to roll up his sleeve, showing the inside edge of his wrist. Another mini-lesson here.] Usually when you try face products and stuff, you check for allergies using a sensitive spot on your skin. I met up with one of the girls the second day we were here, no reaction.

[And then he places his hands on his cheeks.] Then I used it last night and it's amazing. So bam, safe. Stuff's pretty hypoallergenic by human standards so all of us should be okay?

[Once Lance is on the bed Shiro shifts himself so they're pretty much facing each other with the products between and slightly around them. He's aware that its possible he should be more skeptical about all of this but - he really just finds it fascinating. It's a bit like another language or another culture and Shiro has always loved that kind of stuff. He looks when Lance offers his wrist and makes a quiet noise to show he's paying attention. That - makes sense.

And seems pretty practical too considering how many new things he and the other paladins are going to be exposed to the longer they're at this. Even plants are a possible danger. But he trusts Lance. And he really is interesting in finding out what some of the things the other paladin had explained worked. He tucks his bare feet under his folded legs a bit more and touches one of the packets that was a 'clear' mask. There's something just a little bit distant and gentle in his voice was he comments:]

My grandmother was a geisha. She mostly quit when she married my grandfather but I remember there were times when I was a little boy that she'd still take an appointment for a corporate meeting or restaurant opening. She used to let me sit next to her while she put on her makeup. She always looked exactly the same after, except - like pond water. So clear you can see all the way to the bottom and everything was crystal clear there. [There's a small sound and a slightly crooked smile as he looks back up at Lance.] I never understood any of what she did. How'd you learn all this?

[Lance kicks off his slippers and folds his legs across as he gets more comfortable across from Shiro, just watching as Shiro pokes around with looking at the different items. But as he recounts a bit of his past, Lance's eyes widen in awe. He hadn't been expecting that at all, but he's completely amazed.]

Your grandma was a geisha?!

[Just getting to witness that as a small child sounds amazing, and Lance finds himself completely in awe. He grins a little at the mere thought.]

That's really cool, Shiro. Geisha makeup is just so pretty... seems really freaking hard, too. I just learned stuff from my big sister, and youtube. Nothing that cool, way to show me up! [He grins a little.] My sister and I were close, so I used to let her rope me into helping, but... we both got really into it.

[Shiro doesn't talk about his personal life much at all and his family even less but Lance's boxes of 'magic' remind him forcefully, with even a bit homesickness, of his childhood. It feels...

it feels almost like someone else's life. Except for moments like this when something brings back a moment of it so strongly he can almost smell the powder and wax. Lance's response has him chuckling.]

Well, she was geisha by the time I knew her so she didn't wear the white face and red lips by that point. Her makeup was supposed to look like it wasn't makeup. But - yeah. From what I understood it was pretty hard to do. [His smile spreads though. He doesn't know much about most of his team's lives before they came here and he quietly eats up any hints they drop.] I always wanted a sister. Or a brother. It must have been nice having someone to share things with. How'd your sister get into it in the first place?

[Lance is completely drawn in by Shiro's story of his grandmother. He doesn't recall having ever heard him speak of the past, save for anything he recalled from flashbacks or something small he was familiar with. Hearing him talk about family makes it feel like Lance has been let in on a special secret, and he's already holding it dear. And a further lesson on cultural makeup too; he didn't even know that tidbit.

He really wishes they had google. He makes a mental note to write it down somewhere, to look it up for when they're back on Earth.]

Oh wow... It still sounds pretty amazing... I tell you, some people are just too good at this it blows me away.

[When Shiro mentions siblings, though, Lance finds himself chuckling.] You can have one of mine if you'd like. She learned by... [Though he pauses, thinks for a moment. What an odd question to stump him on.] Dang. Girly toys? Teen movies? Mom? I don't know. We were younger, and she roped me into being her guinea pig one day and next thing you know, we're both watching beauty tutorials and she's teaching me how to paint french tips. [His gaze turns down towards the boxes and he smiles a little sheepishly.] It's... nice getting to do this with someone else. Even if I kind of ambushed you into it. So... thanks.

[It feels good. It feels good remembering. He's gotten so used to unpleasant memories that's he's done his best to block down everything but - home... It feels good to remember home. The way the first burst of rain on your face feels or the sound of wind through the pines. It surprises him a little.

His parents and grandmother think he's dead...

Lance has good memories too. Shiro focuses on those. And smiles. He's mostly only heard horror stories from friends that had siblings. Horror stories he's well aware are mostly exaggerated and affectionate - but its nice to hear about a close bond without any disclaimer. He reaches over and finds the juice packs, opening both of them and handing one back to Lance.]

I'm glad you did. [There's nothing but honesty in his answer.] This - isn't something I would have thought of on my own. All right. What would your sister have thought we should do first?

[Lance smiles as he takes the juice, taking a sip. Thinking about his siblings makes him miss them, but he feels closer to his sister even from being this far away. He tries not to wonder what the school has told them, or if they're assuming the worst, if they're all in the same boat as Shiro--not even dead, but presumed--

He likes the idea of focusing more on feeling nice. And bothering Shiro into joining him, always a good alternative. And they're in for a stress-free, fun evening. Glancing between the items, he tries to decide which one comes first.]

...Well... she likes to do nails first, but she's dumb so we're starting with facials. That way you don't risk messing up your nails trying to do your face, you know?

[Which means... this kit. He pulls it closer to the middle and begins pulling the items out few at a time.] It's got a couple of layers to it. Are you good with looking like a funky alien for fifteen to twenty minutes?

[It's... a little weird. Not being the one in control of things but - it's not bad. And Lance is certainly more of an expert on what they're doing than Shiro is ever going to hope to be. He leans forward just a little to watch as Lance starts taking things out of the box. And then he looks up with a grin.]

Lance. I think we are the aliens here. [The grin relaxes a little and he huffs an amused sound, shaking his head.] But no, I don't mind. I'd hate to rush anything and risk messing up our nails afterward.

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