Of Dropouts And Dogs (Klance Fanfiction)

Spiked Coke Makes You Get Woke, According to Pidge (Thanksgiving One-Shot)

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(Unedited so may contain errors)

"Lance, Christmas is more than a month away" Pidge muttered, not sparing a glance from the laptop in their lap, "So why the fuck are you wearing an ugly Christmas sweater to a Thanksgiving dinner?". From nearby, Shiro made a disapproving grunt, casting a sidelong glare in hopes of silencing the young teen's profanity. If Pidge happened to catch the disappointed vibes being thrown their way, they didn't show any sign of acknowledging it, eyes still plastered to the bright screen ahead.

"It was either this or my sweater that actually lights up and plays music, consider yourself lucky" Lance commented, lounging back on the Brogane household's couch with a smug grin, oversized sweater rumpling to distort its reindeer into something unintelligible. Keith stood off in a corner nearby, arms crossed in defiance of the bright festivities taking place in his home, yet he never agreed to such a thing. His brother Takashi had planned the day in advance without consulting his younger sibling, leading to the current predicament and Keith's moody behavior.

"Keith, what's wrong?" Lance suddenly called, alerting the Cuban's boyfriend with a gasping start, flushing red at the embarrassing noise. Blue eyes assessed him with unwavering worry, taking in every rigid portion of his tense body from his clenched, sock clad toes all the way to his crinkled forehead, sharp brows sinking lower and lower as the watching continued.

It's not that Keith didn't enjoy spending time with his friends, it was more of the fact that the Korean never really celebrated anything in his childhood, he never had a family and had thus so deemed things such as holidays as frivolous times where businesses made huge profit. However, Shiro had attempted time after time to enforce these special days onto the household, declaring it an important time for one to appreciate what they have.

Keith thought it was fucking stupid.

"He looks constipated" Matt piped in, walking into the room with a small Nintendo within his grasp, the unmistakable sound of computer generated screams of the damned signaling his chosen game. The added input only further stressed Shiro's frustration, prosthetic arm swinging out to lightly smack the older Holt in the back of the head, making a dull thunk.

Before Matt could turn around and throw a fit, Pidge shut their laptop with a small smirk, "Are you seriously playing Pokémon? You nerd". Further discussion and conflict was tuned out once a face was inches from Keith's own, tan skin shining underneath a cheap dollar bulb from some knockoff gas station Shiro stopped at nearly a month ago.

"There is something wrong, I know that grumpy face anywhere" He accused, finger prodding at downturned lips with a small pout, the green of his sweater making his olive skin pop in a way that made his entire being shine. If not for the dopey looking reindeer standing like people while drinking eggnog, Keith would say the clothing suited his boyfriend very well.

Quickly, the Korean gave a small nod, lips quivering as they struggled to put on a smile, "Never been better". Of course, the moment he even attempted to smile his bullshit was caught, pinched brows scrunching inwards so deep that they almost touched.

"You know what, I am going to get you a sweater and make you the jolliest damn person on the block" Lance called, walking to where his bag was draped along a chair's arm rest, "and if that takes getting you intoxicated then so be it". The last portion of that sentence was murmured quietly, not quite registering as a coherent sentence to the ravenette, leaving violet eyes to roll to the ceiling. Keith adored his boyfriend, that much was most certainly true, it was just sometimes they---disagreed, on some topics.