[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.]
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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?