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[the_tailor]

♥ Who: Lance and Keith
♥ Where: Their house
♥ When: October 23rd
♥ What: Keith's birthday!
♥ Rating: PG?



[The one good thing about not being able to sleep much over the past month was that Lance was able to keep himself busy on his secret project, one he had collected materials for almost when this whole thing began. The rainbow sheep at the start of it all had caught his attention, and after a conversation with Keith, he knew what he had to do. He just had until October 23rd to do it. It'd taken a lot of concentration, a lot of trial an error, and a whole lot of small injuries on his fingers, but he'd finally come out with a product he was kind of proud of. Not perfect, but whatever.

The morning of Keith's birthday, Lance gets up early after a few hours of fitful sleep, and works on making as good of a breakfast as he can. Not that the synthesizer can give him much to work with, but he's gotten some things from town as well. Lance doesn't know Keith's favorite foods, but he's never been adverse to pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon from an unknown source, sooooo...

Now just to wait for the birthday boy.]

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[needmyspace]

[Keith had finally gotten some sleep, no doubt thanks to Kosmo taking up residence at the foot of his bed. The closeness of the wolf makes him feel safer, and Kosmo stays awake and alert through the night. Come morning, he's still there, still awake, and Keith yawns, petting him gently.]

Good boy. Get some rest now.

[Stretching out, Keith picks up the scent of breakfast. Intriguing. Wondering idly if there's enough for him, he gets dressed and heads into the kitchen.]

[the_tailor]

[Enough for him? It's for him. When Lance spots the man of the hour (day?), he beams, standing up from his chair.]

Yo, Keith. I, uh, so even though we're stuck in this weird place, I've still been keeping track of days, and...well... Happy birthday!

[He looks almost a little nervous, but still smiles.]

I made you a kickass breakfast to start the day.

[needmyspace]

[Keith waves a little awkwardly when Lance stands, not really used to this sort of behavior. His eyes widen slightly when he takes in what his friend is saying, a look of complete confusion and bewilderment on his face.]

Wait... this is for me?

[A second later...]

It's my birthday?

[the_tailor]

[...Oh, Keith. Why is Lance not surprised.]

Uh, yeah? October 23rd? That's it, isn't it?

[needmyspace]

[Look, he doesn't keep track of stuff like birthdays, generally. That's kind of everyone else's territory. Besides, he hadn't celebrated a birthday in years before joining Voltron, and the last two were in the quantum abyss, where time is so weird that he hadn't even been sure of anything, so..

Keith blinks, then suddenly smiles, a little laugh escaping him.]

Oh, yeah. I guess it is. ...Thanks, Lance.

[the_tailor]

[Okay. Good. A smile and a laugh are a good start. Lance lets out a sigh of relief, and walks around the table to pull Keith into a hug.]

Man... You used to be just one year older than me, now you're three. And taller. Unfair.

[needmyspace]

[Keith is starting to accept that physical contact isn't so bad. He just needs to know when it's coming so he won't get jumpy. He returns the hug with a smile, then ruffles Lance's hair teasingly.]

Just keep eating your veggies and you'll grow up big and strong like me.

[the_tailor]

I'm gonna shove a carrot up your butt if you say that again.

[He huffs, knocking Keith's hand away before fixing his hair, but the look on his face is anything but annoyed.]

C'mon, then, eat your birthday breakfast.

[needmyspace]

[Keith bursts out laughing and gives Lance a gentle shove.]

You couldn't even find one here, so your threat means nothing to me.

[He grins and goes to start filling a plate.]

[the_tailor]

Then I'll find something else.

[He shoves back, laughing before piling some food onto his own plate. What, like he was going to let Keith have all the good stuff. Besides, this isn't his only gift to the black paladin. Lance takes a seat, immediately digging in.]

[needmyspace]

[Keith snorts and rolls his eyes. The food is pretty good, probably the closest thing to actual normal breakfast that he's had during their entire space voyage. He nods approvingly, eyes closing as he bites into some bacon.]

Oh man... this is the best fake bacon I've ever had.

[the_tailor]

Right? It cost a little bit, but I figured it's a good a time as any to splurge.

[Mmmm, delicious fake bacon of questionable origin... And pretty decent eggs and coffee, too!]

[needmyspace]

[He smiles at that and nudges Lance with an elbow.] Thanks. This is...really thoughtful.

[the_tailor]

[Nudge back!]

Least I can do for my bestie. You think I was just gonna let your birthday go with no fanfare? Pssh, who do you think I am?

[needmyspace]

[Oh. That catches him by surprise, in a good way though. Lance just called him his best friend. Keith glances down and smiles, the faintest of blushes coloring his cheeks for just a moment. He's no one's best friend, so this is new. And nice.]

I practically forgot I even had a birthday. I wasn't thinking about your reaction at all.

[the_tailor]

[Silly Keith. Don't underestimate your importance. Lance watches him, and something warm and fuzzy grows in his chest at seeing Keith's frankly adorable reaction. He'll be extra nice and not point out his his cheeks got a little pink. Damn not having a camera, though.]

Well, birthdays are important. So from now on, you're definitely gonna remember.

[needmyspace]

[Keith appreciates your discretion, Lance. Or he would, anyway, were he aware of how visible his reaction was. At the moment, he thinks he played it off cool.]

If it means more big breakfasts, I think I can live with that.

[the_tailor]

[Totally cool.]

I knew you would. Now, this is only the start of the day. I don't actually have any particular activities planned, but I was going to leave it to you. Pick anything at all you want to do and I won't complain.

[Much.]

[needmyspace]

[Keith blinks in surprise.]

Wait, seriously?

[the_tailor]

Seriously.

[Nodnod. It's part 1 of your gift, Keithers.]

[needmyspace]

Uh. Wow. Huh. [He leans back in his chair.]

I don't even know. What should I pick?

[the_tailor]

That's up to you, dude. Anything you want.

[needmyspace]

I don't even know what I want. [He looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his head.] I guess we could...take the dog for a walk?

[the_tailor]

We do that every day. But it's a start.

[He chuckles. Oh, Keithers.]

[needmyspace]

I can't think of anything else. [He laughs softly.]