SYZYGY; KLANCE

SYZYGY

syz·y·gy
ˈsizijē
noun
•a conjunction or opposition, especially of
the moon with the sun.
"the planets were aligned in syzygy"
• a pair of connected or corresponding things.
"animus and anima represent a supreme
pair of opposites, the syzygy"

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"Job applications are officially, and utterly, the worst things to ever be damned on this Earth," Lance groaned from where he sat, his cheek was pressed down against the cheap knockoff granite of the kitchen counter, his dark brown hair falling forward to block a small portion of his face, "I mean, what kind of questions are these?"

"What are they asking?" Pidge asked without quite looking up from the cell phone in their hand, the small object giving off all kinds of obnoxious noises from whatever game they were playing.

Lance lifted his head back up, leaning close to his low-grade computer monitor, squinting his eyes as he responded. "'Describe yourself in 3 words or less'."

"That's dumb," Pidge responded, though only partially paying attention. Lance let out a groan as he closed his laptop and slid it across the counter, almost directly running into the fishbowl on the other side. The betta fish itself has been a housewarming gift from Hunk, well, he supposed, maybe not a housewarming gift, but more a shitty-apartment-warming gift. He had also given Lance a bowl at the time. It was filled intricate designs, water plants and little decorated rocks to provide aesthetic. The fish was a deep royal blue color, her back fins leading down into lighter and lighter shades until they reached a softer, possibly baby blue, color. Her name, hence the appearance, was Blue.

              There had been multiple occasions where the fish would hit against the glass of the bowl, making Lance gasp in admiration and exclaim how she was saying hi to him at the top of his voice (though no one else lived in the apartment for him to exclaim this to). There had been one time where the Cuban had come the hall at no later than 4:00 AM to find the fish not moving, heavy tears immediately collected in his eyes as he yelped in fear, rushing to the bowl in a frantic sort of manor. He soon realized she was only sleeping, Blue pushing in what seemed to be a reassuring tap against the glass as Lance let out a sigh of relief, hand placed against where she hit.

            To say the least, Lance treated that fish like she was his girlfriend.

"I'm done with applications for the day. Done, I tell you. If I have to fill out one more paragraph of questions I might just have an aneurism. In fact, I think I feel one already coming on, Pidgeon! Pid! Quick! Call a doctor! I'm dying," He threw himself rather dramatically against the counter, rolling onto his back until, if he stretched his arms just enough, he could fully grab Pidge's own arm with his hand.

"Finally," they responded dully. An offended gasp emitted from Lance as they continued to speak, "And besides, you're never going to find a job if you don't fill out the application. Just work for Shiro and Allura at the flower shop or something."

"As much as I would love to work for as beautiful a specimen as 'Llura, the love of my life, the moon to my stars, the sun to my sky... Blindingly beautiful. I would likely kill every plant except for, like, their cacti. I mean, have you ever tried to kill a cactus?" His head snapped back to look directly at Pidge, eyes widened for comic emphasis, "It's impossible."

          Pidge paused for a second, game music still beeping along in their hands until a sharp sound came from it, a wail, and then a sad sort of beat emitted, sounding their defeat.

"Wait. You've tried to kill a cactus before?"

"You haven't?"

"No?" They responded, staring at him incredulously before shaking their head to get back on track, "Just- Lance, all you do is complain about how every job you've had is unfair and had it out to get you."