closed / lion squad

[loverboi]

Who: Blue Lion House + Voltron House!
When: 3/18
Where: Voltron House
What: Lance invites Bernie over and lets her bring over her two cool roommates.
Warnings: None, will update as necessary!

[ it started out as a simple hang out with bernadetta. lance and bernie had gotten into the swing of going on friend-dates (which were often misinterpreted as being actual dates), and this was just going to be another one of those in which bernie was going to teach lance how to draw. that quickly changed, though, when lance remembered that felix and sylvain were her roommates, and look. they're cool dudes, okay. the friend-date turned into a mini party and lance actually had to prepare some food for everyone to dig into. gotta be a good host, after all!

he'd given the rest of the house a voltron head's up and sent them invites as well, and now, they're here in the lounging area of the mansion. well, supposedly. it's possible that cryptids like keith are coming in and out of the house, who heckin' knows. ]

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[marmoron]

What the--

[And there goes his footing on solid ground. Windmilling his arms a little to keep himself from doing a mid-air somersault, he whacks a half open bag of marshmallows across the kitchen. Marshmallows spill out of the bag like a slow motion Catherine wheel and float alongside them. Lance, in other words, is going to have a great time on clean up duty.

Teeth grit, Keith semi rights himself by the door frame and kicks himself off the wall to grab Allura's extended hand. ]

When I said "hang in there" I didn't mean it literally, you know.

[He fumbles one handed with the stopper on the potion, which incidentally is also affected by zero g, so hm.]

[quintessent]

[Ha ha Keith. It's a great time to try his stand-up routine when neither of them are doing much standing. The bag of marshmallows bounces off of one of the cabinets, several of the tiny white puffs escaping to fill the air around them as they float somewhat haphazardly, linked by their hands.

Keith goes to uncork the bottle and Allura gets out a "Wait" before the deed is done and some of the liquid starts to float between them in globules. Oh dear.]

Okay, it should still be okay, we can just. Open our mouths and catch it. [It hasn't floated away yet, this shouldn't be too hard. She meets his eyes.] Are you ready?

[Said as a marshmallow lands in her hair and sticks.]

[marmoron]

[Keith needs three hands to count off everything that has gone sideways in just the last ten minutes of his life alone. Maybe that's just par for the course. The look Allura gets when she suggests that is one of sheer incredulity. The little marshmallow that wants to be a hair accessory just ... okay. He needs to triage this situation.]

No.

[NO, HE IS NOT READY WHAT KIND OF PLAN IS THIS!!

But rather than waste time and watch as the globules of potion drift apart, he opens his mouth,after making a disgruntled face.]

Let's just get this over with.

[He pushes off a cabinet for momentum and floats towards the shimmering suspended liquid. He can't even begin to imagine how stupid this has to look, but he does manage to get a mouthful of potion. How sweet the taste of victory.....]

[quintessent]

[She's just working with the situation as it presents itself! She's not the one who told Keith to uncork the potion in the middle of a no-gravity situation.

But thankfully he's playing along and she gives him the space he needs to... catch it in his mouth. Honestly it would be ridiculous to watch if she wasn't amped up on worrying how else her magic could go awry. At this point they could put it in a water pistol and shoot it in each others faces for how imperative it is that they bond right now.

As Keith's mouth closes around the potion, she goes for one of the free-floating globules, close enough that she can feel the warmth from Keith's cheek when she catches it.

And one swallow later-] Do you feel any different?

[marmoron]

[Instinctively, he turns to look at her when the question is asked. And just as instinctively he attempts to flail back when proximity proves to be more of a problem than anticipated. Unfortunately (?) for Keith, the physical closeness quickly becomes the less intrusive matter at hand. The potion forges a makeshift, temporary bond and at the same time he feels this surge of magic like an IV of serotonin jabbed right into his carotid. Whatever grumping he'd been doing is wiped clean off his face as he stares wide-eyed. People had been telling him that a bond would help take off the edge for weeks now, so why is this surprising?]

I..sure do.

[Judging from the sound of it, he's also bracing himself for something more unpleasant to follow.]

Do you?

[quintessent]

[It takes a beat but instantly something is different. She sucks in a breath and all at once she feels - at ease. The magic was still there, but instead of the incessant buzzing under her skin there was an instant pressure release that was so potent she almost expected one of them to start glowing.

She releases that breath and at the same the gravity in the room starts to return to normal. She reaches out for Keith's arm but there's no abrupt dumping on the ground, but slowly. Gradually. And instant sense of relief.]

Wow. [That should answer that.]

[marmoron]

[And down the go, along with all the snacks and utensils that had been floating around. After his feet make contact with the ground, he gives Allura a look. It takes a couple of seconds for him to register that some of the relief he's feeling right now isn't actually his, which quickly makes him look away. Because obviously eye contact is the issue here.]

Okay. Well that's that. I'm gonna go now.

[For reasons. Probably. Don't ask him. But before he actually does so, he pauses.]

You have a marshmallow stuck in your hair, by the way. Might want to do something about that.

[quintessent]

Wait Keith.

[She'll get the marshmallow later. She still feels a little weird, sorting through her thoughts and feelings and his too. But before Keith can run off she squeezes his arm tight. It feels like there's something she should say, some ceremony or... knighting or something. Instead she's at a loss and finally she says,]

Thank you.

[And then she lets go of his arm. They've got a party to get to.]

[marmoron]

[Though she lets go relatively quickly, Keith stays where he is for another beat. He wasn't expecting her to say "thank you" for something that may as well have been a given. Allura wanted help, and well... they're teammates. Friends.

But maybe because the nature of this help seems so specifically engineered to be personally uncomfortable, he does genuinely appreciate hearing her say as much. Carefully, he reaches out to pluck the marshmallow out of her hair for her, then drops it into her hand.]

Of course.

[A beat.]

Oh. And whenever you get the chance... the cat's hiding in the supply closet upstairs.

[And with that said, he turns to leave the kitchen.]