Writing practice

Klance drabbles

Keith knew it was is own damn fault, but he couldn't help but be angry. He and Lance had been at each other's throats with a stupid prank war that Keith had started, but Lance has crossed a line. Granted, Keith's last prank was glue in lances shoes, which is mean, but Lance had fucked with his lion and that is unforgivable! The problem is, that glue stunt was Keith's last trick, he had nothing else up his sleeve.

"I don't know Pidge, I think it's time to give in. I don't want this to go too far" Keith said as he sat on the couch, watching Pidge work on the floor, who looked up in shock.

"Are you kidding? You realize he'll hold it over your head for the rest of your life, right?"

"Yeah yeah," Keith sighed. "But I'm all out of pranks. It's whatever though, really."

Pidge smirked, pushing up his (her? I don't know so I'm gonna stick with he unless someone comments and tells me otherwise) glasses. "I thought it might come to this. Take a look at this." He points at his computer screen. "I've been researching unique organisms on the planets we've been passing by scanning them with a makeshift radar I jury-rigged on the ship and I found a type of moss that forces whoever ingests it to tell truth. Apparently it was created by a race of humanoids as an interrogation tactic. I thought you might slip Lance some during dinner and ask a few embarrassing questions."

Keith, thoroughly invested at this point, nodded thoughtfully.

"That could be the turning point in this war. Which planet is it on?"

Pidge shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, I already took the liberty of securing a sample." He pulled a baggy out of his belt. "If you can get a pinch in Lance's food or drink, he'll be spouting the truth to any question for a good 20 minutes. Just be careful not to use too much, or else he might not stop at the surface truth. I honestly don't quite know how potent it is."

"Mhmm mhmm sure" Keith nodded absentmindedly as he took the baggy.

"Are you listening to me anymore? You better not be doing the movie cliche where you zone out and ignore an important part of the pla-"

"Okay I gotta go get ready thanks Pidge you're the best!" Keith stood and bound out of the room towards the kitchens.

"Oh god he's gonna do something dumb." Pidge sighed, turning back to his laptop. "I better film it."

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Keith crept by the open dining room door, listening to Hunk humming while he worked, setting out each crew members plate with a cute little name card. Keith silently thanked Hunk for his dinner aesthetic, as it would make his sabotage mission a million times easier.

As Hunk turned and moved back towards the kitchen, Keith sprung into action. He dived across the empty room, rolling as he landed and sliding underneath the table. He was about to poke out to sprinkle some of Pidge's light blue dust onto Lance's plate when a noise stopped him. The clomp of Hunk's heavy boots had paused as the yellow paladin surveyed the room. Keith cursed himself for making too much noise, but in reality it was Hunk's fault. Hunk's boots returned to the table as Keith crouched underneath as Hunk carefully placed a bayleaf in Alluras dish, sticking straight up on top of his masterpiece.

"Perfect!" He exclaimed, and turned again, kicking open the door to the kitchen. Keith, still hidden, let's out a breath of relief. Without delay, he springs out from under the table, whipping out his (well, pidge's) master plan.

"Oh shoot" he murmurs "how much did Pidge say? It was either barely any or a lot. Dammit I should've payed more attention." Keith eyed the bag carefully. "Hmm, considering the bag has a lot in it, it must be a lot." He took a small handful out of the bag. "Here goes nothing" and sprinkled it over the plate, even putting a little in Lance's drinking glass for good measure.