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The next day a party was held as tribute for Voltron saving them, I would've liked some credit too but oh well.
"We ought to get something like that," Hunk said.
"Like what?" Lance asked.
"You know, like a cheer. Like a team cheer that we do."
Keith laughed a little "Just ask Misora." He thinks he's so funny that's not even how cheerleading works.
"Hm, ok how about uhh... I say Vol and you say Tron. Vol!" The silence was followed after Lance's attempt at cheering.
"Uhh... Voltron?" Keith said awkwardly.
"No! No, no, no. The cheer includes the instructions. I say Vol and you say..."
"Vol...Tron?"
I giggled "Idiot you say 'Tron'." I said.
"We'll work on it." Lance took a sip of the drink he was holding and just threw it up back in the cup.
"Ew. Gross!" He backed up and covered his mouth.
"Misora I uhh... like your hair," Keith said trying to attempt conversation, my hair was in a braided bun with a headband like I used to do in the garrison but that was after he left.
"I'm still mad at you," I replied coldly.
"What's your problem? Ever since we came here you've been acting so difficult lately!" He grabbed my arm to stop me from walking away.
"Maybe it's because the first time we hung out in 6 months was you taking me across the universe!" I lied I didn't really care he knew I was busy in school so that's why he came rarely.
