(CoverArt is my own)
"I thought your mutt had bad hair, turns out his owner has it even worse"
"And I thought your cat was the most annoying thing on the planet, I guess we were both wrong "
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Being alone is something empty, it eats a...
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^^^Lil sketch from Lance's POV because Keith is a S N A C C
Surprise! This chapter will be in Lance's POV
"You did what!?" Hunk shrieked, dropping the spatula from his grasp in surprise. In hindsight, telling the Somalian such a thing so early in the morning and in such a nonchalant way was not exactly a great idea. Either way, Lance was having a crisis and needed advice from his best friend.
"It's not that big of a deal" Lance muttered, fingers scratching against the bar overlooking the kitchen in anxiety and thought. He didn't think Hunk would react in such a way, maybe a small speech and protective threat but not whatever this was. This wasn't normal for the big softie.
Momentarily, Hunk picked up the cooking utensil, tossing it in the sink with a deep exhale. His other hand cut off the burner he was using and grabbed the pan atop. "This is a big deal, Lance. You told Keith the thing, something only the people you hold close know".
Lance groaned, dropping his face within his sweaty palms, ignoring the fact he was making his newly cleansed skin oily. The last thing he had to worry about right now was his skin care, and that was something he deeply cared about. This was huge.
"I don't know why! We were just planting the flowers in my flowerbed and I broke down. Then he came over and threw his stupid jacket on me because the idiot thought I was cold! Then I broke down and told him everything, for some reason I felt like I could trust him" He ranted, hands retracting from his cheeks to slap loudly against the granite countertop. It was way too early to deal with whatever this was, he despised Keith. So why did he spill his inner demons to him? To his supposed rival?
"Listen to me right now, Lance" Hunk spoke up, leaving from his fully cooked egg in favor of staring intensely at the Cuban. His eyes were full of softness, hands coming out to grab onto Lance's in comfort. "I've known Keith for as long as he's been in this neighborhood, if there is one thing I've gathered from him so far is that he is dealing with some serious shit. It's not my place to tell you exactly what that may be, but I can say that he will not tell a soul. Of course, he may not know exactly what you are going through, but I can confidently say he understands more than me and anybody else you've told."
Lance's eyes widened, opening his mouth to ask how Hunk knows so much much about Keith. His advances were shoved away by one hand, his best friend giving him a look that screamed 'I'm not telling you anything'. "How do you want your egg" He state instead.
The Cuban stared at his hands for a moment, fidgeting as his brain struggled to grasp onto something that wasn't quite within his grasp. Keith wasn't within his grasp of knowledge, he was an enigma, a phenomenon. He was a mystery.
"Scrambled" He sighed, ignoring the sour taste of questions on his tongue. Whatever Hunk knew must have been something big, and Lance knew prying was a oneway ticket to making the subject uncomfortable. He'd figure it out himself.
