"Hey Lance, you left your helmet back there so I wanted to-" Keith stopped in his tracks as he saw Lance. Lance just froze upon seeing him. Keith felt his face heat up. He was pretty sure it was entirely red. Hopefully he was wearing this right caus...
"Go me a sta?" Lotor asked slowly. Lance laughed a bit as he shook his head. Lotor sighed crossing his arms as he pushed his hair out of his face. He tried to glare or seem mad but, all he could seem t do was pout which made him look like a cute child. "Well fine then! I didn't wanna learn this stupid language any way!" Lotor pouted. Lance sighed looking at him as the laughed stopped. He felt a wave of guilt run though him. Boy, did Lotor know how to make a guy feel guilty. "Sorry Lotor. I know you're trying. It's just kinda funny that you'd try so hard." Lance sighed looking at the male. Lotor tilted his head as his arms lay at his side from where sat. His purple pupils landed on him. "Well, why wouldn't I. I am a prince after all. It's my duty to make everyone feels welcome and safe where they live." He smiled leaning back on a wall behind him. "I mean it used to be." Lotor sighed looking off into space. Lance bit his lip looking at the male. Over the last couple weeks here Lance had found a few things out about his cell mate. Such as he was a prince. Along with the fact that he was Zarcon's son. He also was nothing like you'd expect a son of a monster to be like. Lotor did everything he could to make Lance feel welcome in the tiny jail cell along or just like to see everything person there smile. He was a very kind male that Lance was kinda proud to call his friend. Yet, he had learned one other thing as well which kinda broke him. Lotor was in jail because he was a half breed. That was it. He had no crime. He was just a product of a love Zarcon hated to admit he had. A love with an Altean and had Lotor before he changed. His wife had died and all he had left was Lotor. He had been broken by this and had done everything he could to forget her. Even hire a damn witch that loved to shock people with lighting from her finger tips. A women who had the young prince locked in jail for a few months back. "It's ¿Cómo estás?." Lance sighed looking at him. "You can try it again if you want." Lotor looked at the male before sighing. He gulped as he tried it again speaking very slowly. "¿Có-mo es-tá-s?" Lotor asked slowly. Lance had large happy smile on his face as he heard Lotor say it correctly. "Yeah! Yeah you got it!" Lance smiled. Lotor looked at him for a moment before smiling from one pointy ear to the other. "How do you say 'hello' in Spanish then?" He asked looking at Lance. Lance smiled sitting right in front of Lotor now. "Hola." Lance smiled. "H-o-la?" "Yes! Yes! ¡sí! ¡sí! ¡lo tienes!" Lane smile. Lotor tilted his his head wondering what that meant. He gulped before trying to say something else he had learned. "Encantado.....de......conocerte?" Lotor asked bitting his lip. Lance smiled and nodded his head excitedly. "¡Si! ¡Si! Now, what else have you learned in Spanish?" Lance wondered aloud. Lotor smiled happily as he respected what he heard Lance say ever night in his sleep which he assumed was Spanish. "Keith te amo! ¡Cásate conmigo!" Lotor grinned. Lance blushed a bright red. (Translation: Keith I love you! Marry me!) "Where on earth did you hear that?" Lance asked while blushing like a maniac. Lotor began to wonder why he was blushing. Then it hit him and he began laughing. Lance began blushing a bright shade of red looking at the male. "Why are you laughing?!!" Lance asked loudly causing his voice to crack. "Y-you have a crush on this Keith? Oh my god, this is perfect!" Lotor laughed. Lance blushed a brighter shade of red as he shoved the male lightly causing Lotor to laugh louder. "Stop it!" Lance asked while blushing. "Okay, okay but, I am telling you now, you are never living that down until we get outta here." Lotor smirked. Lance sighed. "I'd figure as much." Be warned I used google translate for some of these and only out what one sentence meant for me if I forget. Don't judge me about not speaking Spanish though. I am Canadian! We speak French-Canadian.
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