That whole week Lance and Keith chatted more than the usual. Keith was extremely careful at work, not answering texts right away, but to make up for that, he also sent Lance more photos and even some audios whenever he could. Lance was sending him videos of him covering songs every day, a video per day. Keith even dared to request songs and Lance was excited about the ones that were within his vocal range. It was nice and Keith managed to either fall asleep to Lance's singing or wake up and hear him first thing in the morning.
If it was anyone else Keith would be bothered, but it was Lance. So he didn't mind. It didn't feel like too much. And when Keith vanished for a while Lance understood, he didn't pressure Keith to answer all the time. It felt good, it felt right.
Two days into the week Lance asked Keith to facetime and they did, which became a habit. They started facetiming every night after the third time and Lance would play songs for Keith to fall asleep or show Keith some parts of a new song he was working on. Keith wouldn't comment on the song until Lance asked his opinion, so he would say what he would do different and what he would definitely keep and Lance would make a few adjustments if he agreed.
Thursday was odd because Keith had a free day, but Lance was busy on rehearsal and, therefore, Shiro wasn't home either. Keith turned Shiro's PlayStation on and started playing Guitar Hero while eating the leftover the ice cream with chocolate syrup and gummi worms on top. He sent Lance a photo of the TV screen as one of the songs was loading.
For a brief second, as he waited the game to load, Keith wondered how much did a keyboard cost; he missed playing and on a day like that he could be doing so, but he wasn't because he didn't have one. He couldn't depend on Lance being at his flat whenever Keith felt like playing. He also couldn't just invite himself over every time he felt like playing the piano, even though Lance had told him he was always invited. After a few songs he got a text back from Lance.
Sharpshooter <3: awwwnnn r u missing getting your ass kicked? <3
Keith: You got lucky.
Sharpshooter <3: sure thing princess
Sharpshooter <3: whatever makes u feel better ;*
Sharpshooter <3: we're on a break rn because Matt was getting hungry, so Hunk decided to order take out with him
Sharpshooter <3: u still playing?
Keith: Yup.
Keith: Do you know when you'll be free?
Sharpshooter <3: we still have a few hours to go. u missing me that bad? I'm probably not going to sing much in the next two hours, so I can be all yours <3
Keith: Cool.
Sharpshooter <3: maybe we could facetime
Keith: Is that allowed?
Sharpshooter <3: what Allura doesn't know can't hurt her
Keith: I don't want you to get in trouble.
Sharpshooter <3: I won't
Sharpshooter <3: promise
Keith: Ok.
Sharpshooter <3: cool!
Sharpshooter <3: Hunk and Matt are back with food. I'll call you in thirty minutes when I'm done eating?
Keith: Sounds like a deal.
Sharpshooter <3: nice, nice, see u in a bit, cariño
Keith threw his phone on the sofa and waited, while playing some other songs. He wondered if facetiming during rehearsal was actually fine, but if Lance had said so then maybe it was? He didn't know how that worked and he hadn't dared taken in Shiro's offer to go down there with him, since it was Keith's free day from work, because he knew it was dangerous to accidentally let his fanboy persona out.
His phone started vibrating and Keith stopped mid song, pausing the game and picking Lance's call up.
"Hey, beautiful." Lance greeted him, voice in a normal tone. Keith could hear Allura saying something in the background, but her voice sounded muffled.
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RIGHT FOOT | klance (keith x lance)
RomanceKeith had been a fan of the band "The Paladins" ever since he first met them when he was 15. Fifteen years old Keith would've never imagine his older brother, Shiro, would have been invited to play with The Paladins. Fifteen years old Keith would've...
