There's a thin line between Heaven and Hell(and Lance may or not have broken it)

Chapter 2

Well -he squinted- he thought it was Keith..?

Because that purple tinted skin and those golden eyes(Did he even have any pupils?) were not what he remembered his self-proclaimed rival to have. (He definitely would've remembered those little details that made the man look not-as-human-as-Lance-thought-he-was.)

Also, he was pretty sure his ears were bigger(much bigger; holy shit) and looked fuzzier than normal.

And just because Lance was a cheeky brat who's mouth was definitely going to get him in trouble one day, he couldn't help but comment on purple-Keith's swanky look.

"As flattered as I am," Lance scratched his cheek with a crooked smirk. "I'm not a furry, so..." he trailed off, breaking eye contact lest he lose his composure and, honestly, just lose it completely.

(He absolutely did not look down, so there was no way for him to see how fucking hung-)

A tense silence filled the air, and Lance just couldn't help himself(again).

"Actually, before you go-" he paused to bring a his fist up to his cheek "could you do this-" slowly flicked his wrist, "and say 'nyah'?"

Purple-Keith just looked at him. (Lance wouldn't be surprised if he made a pitstop at Hunk's or Pidges place before coming here if that godforsaken look was anything to go by.)

Lance opened his mouth to, most likely, make some kind of comment just because he fuckin' could(honestly; it was either say something or fart), when-

"Who are you, and what the fuck am I doing here?"

Apart from the indignant squawk that left his mouth, and the faint feeling of being offended that 'Keith' didn't recognise him; Lance didn't seem to have the chance to reply when his phone decided it was the perfect time to ring in that shrill tone of its.

Not shrill, he thinks, recognising the familiar tune of 'just keep swimming' on repeat which means it's undoubtedly Hunk calling him. (Get it? Dory; Hunky-dory? He impresses himself too much sometimes.)

Lance abruptly turned around, choosing as of this moment to ignore the problem in the form of Keith-not-Keith, and stumbled his way into the small living room to nab his phone where he remembered seeing it last; squished between two couch cushions.

As if suddenly remembering his unwanted guest, he sourly sent a quick 'i'm watching you' look at the purple man over his shoulder, before he answered the call.

"Lance?"

Tension he couldn't remeber having, left his body at the familiar voice and a grin wormed its way onto his lips. "The one and only!"

"Oh, good." He heard Hunk sigh in relief, and he took note of the banging pots and muffled shouting going on in the background to discern that Hunk was calling him from work. "Listen, buddy, I'm gonna need your help today-"

"Say no more," he interrupted, already knowing what Hunk was getting at and nearly diving head first into that clothes pile he refused to wash, for a pair of socks.

"-and I know today's your lazy day, but we really need you and I know you haven't eaten so-"

"HUNK!" He yelled, awkwardly angling the phone so it sat between his jaw and shoulder, "I get it, man." He let out a silent 'ah ha!' when he found a matching pair. "I'll be there in ten minutes!"

He balanced his ass on the arm of his couch so he could put his socks on(the very same socks he stupidly sniffed and promptly gagged at).

"Oh my god-" Hunk's voice faded for a bit and Lance knew he was just relaying the message to his dad. "You're a lifesaver, Lance!"