"Kogane! Next time you come in please put your cellular device on silent, it has been going off all day" Lotor hissed, glaring at Keith from the building's entrance. It was finally the end of the day and of course he was still getting yelled at, the cool night did wonders on hiding his discreet middle finger. "Yes sir!" He hollered back, fake sincerity coating the response just like the oil coating his skin, eyeing the stars above with a crude gaze.
Just as expected, Lotor was completely and utterly pissed once Keith showed up, standing in the parking lot like a disappointed mother all while holding an employee handbook. He was forced to read it front to back for half of his shift, which if you look at carefully is a bad way to do business.
From somewhere within the confines of his endless pocket came the sound of ringing, vibrating his thigh with unconfined intensity. Deciding that a moment of his night being wasted was better than ending up dead in a ditch, Keith quickly shoved a stained hand within the scratchy fabric, pulling out his bulky phone with a huff.
-Unknown-
Did you plant a bomb in my car while I wasn't looking? It's making a weird noise
(8:39 a.m)
-Unknown-
Are you not answering because you're at work or because there actually is a bomb????
(9:00 a.m)
-Unknown-
Keith holy fUCK IT'S SMOKING
(9:15 a.m)
-Unknown-
You left your fucking napkin under the hood and it caught fire on top of the motor
(10:00 a.m)
-Unknown-
I get the feeling you are ignoring me
(12:00 p.m)
-Unknown-
cmon Keith we had a bONDING MOMENT
(9:00 p.m)
All of the texts were from a number he didn't know, however, through deduction purposes it was assumed that the mystery person was in fact Lance.
Something along the lines of a sigh and grunt escaped grimacing lips, black stained fingers typing in a response as to get home quickly.
-You-
Why are you texting me all of a sudden? Don't you hate me?
(sent 9:03 p.m)
(read 9:04 p.m)
Unknown is typing..
-Unknown-
So you are alive, such a shame.
(9:06 p.m)
-You-
I know right
(9:07 p.m)
-Unknown-
........I didn't exactly expect that
(9:09 p.m)
-You-
Well you are dense so that is perfectly reasonable
(9:11 p.m)
Unknown is typing....
Before another response could come through Keith quickly shoved the phone within his pocket, successfully ignoring the buzz soon after the action was taken place. The fact Lance was texting him willingly and not against the Cuban's will was a complete and utter conundrum, throwing Keith's world in a whirl.
That thought was pushed aside as the Korean quickly grabbed his helmet and shoved it on briskly, maneuvering so his thighs straddled the motorcycle's seat in a firm grasp. Galra Gears seemed to emit a satanic light within his sight of view, the bright shine from within completely blocking out one's gaze upon the stars. "Fuck you!" Keith yelled, one foot kicking back to unlatch the kickstand before burning rubber out the parking lot, tires squealing and motor rumbling.
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