Scrawl

Paladin (story 11)

Because I wanted to write something semi-related to one of my favorite shows at the moment.

the phone rang from its perch on the countertop, filling the calm room with its ringing. The ginger locked eyes with the dark-haired one sitting next to her. They both opened their mouths to speak.

"You get it"

"Damnit" the ginger got up, walking towards the phone.

"You gotta be faster, Cori!" Said the girl on the couch. Coriander simply grumbled before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Cori."

"Oh, hey Finny."

"Don't call me that."

"Yeah, whatever, what is it."

"Oh um.. I'm gonna be in town for a few days next week. 'Sit ok if I drop by one night?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"M'kay, cool." The girl on the couch turned her head towards her friend.

"What does Finnegan want?" Coriander replied without turning her head.

"He's wants to drop by next week for a day or two. That cool mi?"

"Oh, that's fine with me."

"Ideas' even Miryenn approved."

"Nice." Suddenly, an idea popped to mind. Coriander grinned excitedly.

"Say, are you planning on dropping by on Friday?"

"Umm...I can. Why?"

"No reason in particular. Now, on a completely unrelated note, who's your favorite paladin?" That caught him off-guard.

"From the old show or the new one?"

"Both."

"Hmm...Hunk in the old one, Shiro in the new one."

"Great, remember that. Also, bring plenty of money." She hung up without elaborating. Miryenn gave her a puzzled look.

"What are you plotting?" Coriander grinned sheepishly.

"You'll see."

Finnegan fumbled with the key ring in his hands, picking out the key his sister had given him to get into the apartment. The turned the key and opened the door to the cozy little apartment his sister and her girlfriend shared, poking his head in ,catching a view of the half messy interior and hearing familiar instrumental music flow out of a speaker on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, can I crash the party?" Coriander turned towards the door ate the sound of his voice, abandoning whatever it was that she was working on in the kitchen to be handled by Miryenn. He instantly took notice of her shirt, which was dawned with a bust of her favorite green paladin in their newest form beside a smaller version of their lion.

"Hey, come in!" He walked in, closing the door and placing down his small bag before truly getting a look at the room in which he stood for a moment before returning his attention to his sister.

"Nice Pidge shirt. I see their still your favorite."

"Yep, though Miryenn could beg to differ." A voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Lance forever!"

"In your dreams, Mi!" Finnegan looked at her, confused as he took in all the familiar paraphernalia that filled the home. Only then did it finally sink in what was happening here.

"Wait, is this-" Coriander threw a shirt at his face, a grin nearly splitting her face in two.

"Yep." He looked at the black t-shirt, dawning a simple picture of the newest black paladin and his lion, similar to the one his sister wore.

"Welcome to the Voltron party."

Roughly an hour or so later, the trio was curled up on the couch, a large, old purple blanket having been yanked from one of the bottomless closets and strewn over them-not that Coriander needed it, seeing how she was smushed in between Miryenn and Finnegan. Miryenn, however, was already engulfed in her own matching shirt, this one showing its support for the blue paladin, which had purposely been ordered much too large so she could curl up inside it. Coriander held the remote, finger hovering over the play button, when her brother suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, why did you ask me to bring extra money, anyhow?" Miryenn flicked her gaze between the two siblings.

"You forgot to tell-"

"I forgot to tell'em." She dropped the remote in her lap for a moment to explain.

"At the end of each month, we watch ten random episodes from a show we both like, and bet on which character will be the best in those episodes. The loser takes the winner out to dinner wherever they want."

"So basically we're gonna watch a bunch of old-"

"And new!"

"-Voltron episodes, and then whoever likes the best character gets free food?"

"Yep, that's 'bout it."

"Though because there *are* three of us, I say the winner also chooses who pays."

The siblings thought this over for a moment before Coriander

"Fine with me, so long as I can still vote for Pidge."

"Yeah, I'm ok with it to, as long as I can choose Hunk, that is."

Not a moment later, the episodes began.

Finnegan stepped through the familiar doorway of his home, black t-shirt thrown over his shoulder and money missing from his pocket as he gently kicked the door shut. His wife looked up from the news, the gazes of their two children following.

"Hi love. How was the trip?"

Finnegan flopped down on the couch across from them.

"I lost a bet to Coriander."

Coriander has a very good taste in characters, it seems. Thanks for reading!