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“This is the stupidest thing to ever happen,” Keith declared with finality, little nose twitching with adorable rage. He stomped his oversized foot, letting it thump rhythmically on the floor in a way Lance was one-hundred percent certain Keith was totally unconscious of. “Coran’s creepy ‘slipperies’ was one thing, but what kind of ridiculous virus turns humans into BUNNY RABBITS?”

“Actually,” Coran interrupted cheerfully, poking at a medical scanner with interest. “It appears to be affecting the Galra side of your DNA only! Perhaps it was designed as a bio-weapon?”

Matt and Pidge were both leaning over him to fiddle with the screen themselves. “...He’s got a point,” Matt confirmed with a note of reluctance. “It looks like it was supposed to affect the aggression centers of the brain, but it doesn’t uh…. Do anything even close to that.”

“I don’t think it would have worked if you were full Galra, either,” Pidge agreed. “I can’t even figure out what they messed up in the engineering to be able to reverse it.”

“That’s definitely rabbit DNA though,” Matt said. “I’m betting whatever went wrong has to do with that being like… a thing at all.”  

“I don’t know what a ‘rabbit’ is,” Allura cut in with a raised eyebrow, tapping on a helix on the screen to bring up the image of a humanoid alien with distinctly lagomorphic traits. Those traits being, looking a lot like Bugs Bunny. “But this is clearly the genes of a Lopmon. I believe they were trying to weaponize one of their own diseases in hopes of turning it against the Galra.”

The tapping of Keith’s black-furred feet grew loud enough to turn heads, and Lance was standing close enough to Keith to notice the low rumble of a growl in his throat. “JUST. Tell me you can fix it!”

For the first time, silence. Everyone who know anything looked at each other. Lance watched Keith’s ears as they pointed back behind his head, quivering with rage.

“...Not right at this moment,” Pidge admitted after a long pause. “But there’s probably no reason you can’t keep piloting Black in the meantime?”

Keith snorted, nose wiggling and eyebrows furrowed in a righteous glare. “So I’m just stuck ? For god knows how long?”

The room full of geniuses collectively shrugged. Keith growled and pivoted around to storm off the bridge. Lance, being a good and loving boyfriend, followed.

Sooooo, obviously Lance was not allowed to mention that this was not only the funniest thing to ever happen in his life, but also the goddamned cutest . Like, he was bi enough to already having admitted to Keith being ungodly kinds of attractive - like, out loud TO Keith even, once they’d started dating - but the soft black ears that  moved and the goddamned little floof of a tail poking out from underneath his belt? How was Lance supposed to be able to HANDLE this shit? He wanted to touch all of it all the time.

Regardless, he was expected to handle this with grace and pretend he didn’t notice Keith’s… condition over the next few days. Which was like - fine, they had helmets on in training and Lance was a mature adult capable of not looking at his boyfriend's ass when necessary, and when they were in their Lions they could only hear and not see Keith anyway so they really had no problem taking his orders seriously.