“Kind of feels like a pool ball,” he observed, turning it in his hands. A half half hour and a scavenger hunt later saw the two of them arguing over the best way to cut six holes into the surface of a vaguely porous tabletop, which was actually a lot more fun that most of their usual less-friendly debates.“Oh for god's sake, you're not using your bayard's sword! ”“Well do you know where any lightsaber handsaws ARE? And, because it was only the two of their stupid asses with no adult supervision available, couldn't think of any reason asking Shiro to abuse his robot arm dismantling a table could possibly not work out. “You want me,” he said slowly, “to cut half a dozen holes into this table. ” Lance snapped before anyone could stop him.“” Keith sounded righteously offended, which, when Lance thought about it, sort of made sense.So that you can use it to play pool.”Lance and Keith exchanged uncomfortable glances, the distinct feeling of standing before your teacher and being asked why you thought it was a good idea to splatter paint on the shirts of every single girl in class. Either way, Keith was the one to speak first, weakly offering “We found billiard balls, so it seemed like the next step? They'd been hanging out together before this and the entire pool idea had been the two of them, right? But that was okay because Pidge and Hunk didn't win either, as no one could figure out a rule that would give Shiro enough of a handicap to knock him back down to normal human levels of competence. ” Leaned over to peer at Keith's face, and when Keith turned his head away to avoid eye contact grinned and circled around to his other side to leer into his face. ” He asked, injecting his voice with all the teasing childishness he'd learned from combined years of little siblings and cousins.So, if the dude had a hard time relating to other humans, Lance could at least make an effort to respect that, right? No pressure.”Keith, at least, managed to look a little relieved at the words, which, what the hell even if he didn't know what was actually going on at least Lance has stumbled on the right thing to say for once. So, it seemed like when it came to one-on-one interactions Keith was actually kinda shy, even if he had no problem throwing jabs at people he could barely remember and giving orders to complete strangers. They had directed them to the playroom of the ship's daycare and nursery. ” His innate need to show off shining through as usual, he popped the hoop up into the air mid-spin and caught it around his neck, less graceful than he'd have liked but still managing to maintain its spin.
And in those glimpses of Keith's mind Lance had seen the inside of a cockpit and a quiet shack with a warm bed but no . “So your hobbies are cleaning the house and learn how to fix things? “Yes.”“Wow, no wonder you seem to have no idea what to do with yourself up in space.”“I man.”This, at least, finally made Keith pause. Lance just leveled him with a flat look.“Well I've gotta be more fun than Shiro, at least.”“Sadly, I can honestly say you are not, because if that were true I would not owe he and Pidge four hundred dollars gambling on a game they made up using old Altean keyboard keys as tiles.”Keith looked both impressed and horribly depressed at this statement, his walk slowing down to a stop. Approximately ten minutes into their first day and space, Lance and Hunk and gotten bored and pestered Coran and Allura into finding them something to do that didn't still count as work like all of Shiro's suggestions.
Probably the entirety of their relationship so far. “This is the most interesting thing we're allowed to do on the ship. Bore people for millions and millions of empty light years and then kills you with lasers.” He set his foot on a hard palm-sized ball that was part of a strange shotput/skee-ball chimeric monstrosity of a game.“Yeah but on the turnside? In SPACE.”Lance laughed, kicking the ball at Keith's ankles and ignoring the secret part of him that wanted the ball to smack the other pilot in the ankle and trip him because Lance was better than his petty subconscious. “If you're going to build a pool table,” he said decisively, “then we do it.”Thee next three hours were well spent in dedication to the crafting of a blackball table out of whatever kind of unused space junk they could find laying around.
Space is vast and terribly boring, and that's why I don't think you're a bore. Especially since Keith caught it with his foot anyway and popped it up to catch in his hand like it was a hackey-sack. I mean, it doesn't explode or anything.”“No, I mean,” Keith looked at him meaningfully, nodding towards the pile of similar spheres on the floor next to them. ”Lance looked down at the heap of balls and, for once, understood what Keith was saying perfectly. ”“No they wouldn't be, my precision is totally perfect! “And if your idea is to SHOOT the holes into than let me tell you right now-”Lance clicked his tongue, cutting off the other pilot. I'm just saying, it's freaking SPACE, they probably have specialized tools for this kind of thing like light-saber hand saws! The closest I can think of is Shiro's terrifying cyber-hand.”They looked at each other for a moment. Shiro, to absolutely no one's surprise, was almost nonsensically competent and apparently understood the interior design of a pool table off the top of his head, and an almost terrifyingly short amount of time later saw the five paladins each fashioning themselves cues out of whatever pipes and mysterious rods lying around suited them best.“So: standard eight-ball, we split into three teams, one of which is Shiro by himself because I don't trust his robot arm,” Pidge started with decisive command.“I call Pidge on my team!
His body language had never really recovered, so instead of his usual confident stride he was ambling slowly with slouched shoulders that made him look smaller than usual. You know.”No, he did not know, and never WOULD know what Keith was talking about because he never finished any of his damned sentences. And he could deal with shy people, he'd done it before. “And this,” he picked up a lightweight plastic hoop and began spinning it around his hand. “I've seen you trip over Pidge in the middle of an empty room, why are you good at ? I grew up with so many little girls man, you don't even know.
But mostly it was the fact that he kept glancing up at Lance periodically, expectant look in his eye like he was waiting for Lance to say or do something with just a touch of what he almost wanted to call shyness. His little cousin Jackie was the shy bookworm type, and he'd learned with her that all you have to do is lead the conversation and not get offended by one-word responses.“So, what kind of hobbies do you have? “Or did you have, I guess, back on Earth.”“Uhhh...” Keith's brow furrowed, and it was probably not a good sign that this question took so much effort to answer. ”Lance let the hula hoop drop down to his waist because as impressive as it looked holy CRAP that trick hurts your neck. Hopscotch, yo-yos, hula-hoop, I can do it all.” He finally let the toy drop to the ground.