I say Mer you say Man!...Merman? (Voltron/Klance)

Letting Strangers In

Keith's POV

To say that this mystery tanned figure nestled up between my arms was annoying would be a harsh understatement. He was infuriatingly egotistic with his constant boosts and cooed about his oh so precious appearance while also managing to throw in some undeniable charm within the already aggravating conversations between us. Even if it was just small talk the words that spewed from the body beneath me made me want to bash my head against the nearest wall, have I mentioned my lack of social understanding? Was this how most people acted, is this normal? 

"Hey mullet head i'm talking to you!" I felt a tight pull on a chunk of hair from the back of my head making my head snap downwards. My patience was already at a raging limit and if I had to hear one more sly comment about my choice of hairstyle, which may I add isn't an outdated look whatsoever, I was ready to snap at any given moment. I focused all my inner energy to heave out a small sigh before responding to the clearly impatient male mushed against me in a bridal death grip. 

"What is it now? If you're going to ask me if were almost there yet again I swear to the holy spirits above I will shove the next piece of drifting debris straight into that non stop rambling pie hole of yours." I received a few blank blinks and a straight lined facial expression before a gentle yawn echoed into the warm air as if he hadn't heard my desperate attempt at intimidation at all.

"What's got you so riled up? Could it be my dashing good looks got your panties all in a flutter or is someone just having a bad day? It's cool we all have those I do sometimes too nothing to be ashamed of." That made a small laugh escape from my throat that I hadn't even known I was holding back until this very moment.

"Right you having a bad day, I could never see that happening seeing how just by talking about yourself seems to brighten your mood in a matter of seconds." He turned his gaze away from my face to look towards the moving ground as I kept my reasonable pace his eyes furrowing into a clearly fake childish pout.

"Can't help the fact I got bit with the good gene bug and some salty goth kid got beat with the ugly hairstyle stick," he spoke with a humors tone. I felt my legs stop on their own as my final thin line of patience had finally been snapped.

"I'm going to drop you right now without mercy." There was a sudden girly squeal and I felt a quick rush of movement as the noise kept strong. Arms wrapped around my neck with such force I thought it was going to snap my vertebra in a matter seconds from the harsh rush of contact. I used my legs to hold my balance upright as I clenched my knees as the new found weight applied to a foreign part of my body which came crusading down upon my average muscular body. Carrying frozen meat filled boxes didn't teach you how to hold a practically frantic body that weighed nearly the same amount as you and put most of its weight towards your neck. 

"Please don't I promise I wont make anymore comments about your stup- beautiful mullet! It's beautiful hear me beautiful! Don't you dare drop me!" His head shook frantically. Wasn't he before just yelling at me not to even touch him and here now hes yelling at me not to let him go? What the hell is with people? It's like answering a question either you know it or you don't, you can't just go back and forth from knowing and not knowing when someone places the situation at hand. His eyes locked with mine once again but this time holding a unfamiliar sparkle within them that surely made my insides turn in on themselves. What was that feeling? Was it because I hadn't ate today and only drank a coffee, probably.

"Fine but only because you complimented my beautiful mullet." The once rapid movement seemed to die down by a good amount of notches and the old slow breathing came back to replace it. I couldn't help but look back down and scan over the figure, his face when it had a calm sense to it was quite fascinating, especially by the fact on how quickly that said face could change. Was it weird to stare at someones face for a prolonged period of time? I gave out an awkward cough as I set my eyes back upon the slowly moving passer by tree's as I made my way through the secret enclosed passage I normally took to get out here without being seen by people, it had a sense of danger but also safeness knowing there wouldn't be someone awaiting to try and talk to me or look at me for that matter. He had persisted on not going anywhere where a number of eyes could spot us, was this guy a criminal or something? I wasn't the most innocent and goody toe shoe-d person but if I was seriously helping out some runaway criminal I would surely get a punch upside the head from my older brother later on for being so blind and careless.