"This is my giraffe, his name is Keith and he likes setting me on fire."

A voice is a gift, and this one is long overdue.

Sorry that I haven't updated in so long ;-;

I warn you slow updates are common for me!

But you all have been leaving such nice comments and I couldn't put it off any longer. <3

Comments are my main motivator for these things because I'm way to insecure about my writing,

Let's hope I've gotten better!

Also I think I have a better Idea of where I'm going to head with the story now so that's good :D

So Here You Are!

Sorry this chapter is shorter than I usually make them :,3

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Keith is a happy crier

Lance is the goodest boy

Hunk is going to worry

Pidge is going to forget

Shiro is off doing Knightly things

Allura where is your perfect self when we need you?

Coran just needs to be himself for us to love him.

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Keith was confused. Keith was very confused.

And his head hurt.

The wizard was still poised in front of him, stance cocky and eyes staring blindly over his right shoulder. His throat felt weird and tingly. And he still couldn't quite believe that what had just happened, had actually happened.

He had spoken.

With actual words.

And his long reptilian vocal cords? Felt strange.

Probably because Keith had forgotten how it felt to form words, though this new sensation seemed decisively different. It felt like a ball was lodged in his throat, and was letting out a low hum whenever words would project.

Keith hadn't spoken in what, three years.

And now that he suddenly could it was overwhelming. Something in the back of his mind was screaming that this was wrong, but his human side, the side that needed this for oh so long was screaming even louder that this was Oh So Right.

A confused warble found its way up his throat. "What did you do?" This was a gift, and Keith could feel tears welling up, Gosh he hadn't cried in forever either. But he had to make sure that this wasn't some trick. This was real. He could speak! He really could!

His thoughts continued to spin in circles, but he was in no way unaware of the wizard now. He shown like a beacon. "I simply put a spell on you. It can feel your "urge" or whatever and projects what you want to say? Kinda? I mean I could put the same spell on myself but it just results on me having two voices over one another. Like I'd saying the same thing twice at the same time. It's weird, and I promised Hunk I would never do it again, because he came home this one time and thought that Pidge had gotten me possed. Anyway, That's not important-"

"Not important!?"

"-because now that you can talk we can have a real conversation. And I won't just be talking into the empty void." The wizard smiled, face pulled tight, a little smug, but a curious happiness settled there. It was friendly and Keith found himself drawn to it like a small innocent fly to the light of a blinding torch.

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Lance stood cockily over to the side. Listening closely as the giraffe fumbled around with numb limbs and confused gurgling curses. Maybe he hit the thing harder than he thought? He hoped it wasn't damaging, if it was then he might not have anyone coherent to talk to...

"Oi, Lizard feet! You okay over there?! Or do I need to pop a brain cell back in place for you?"

The only response he got were half squeaks that kinda sounded like wheezes, and... more mumbled cursing. Maybe He casted the spell wrong? He hadn't cast the spell in a while. The last time he had done so it had been on a stray cat...

Lance no longer gives unintelligent animals the gift of speech.

Lance made his way over to where he could feel the hum of his staff in the grass. Picking it up and wiping it off he absently paid attention to Scaley feet coming up behind him. "Now that you can talk and I'm pretty sure you have at least a decent amount of intelligence, you can at least tell me which way I have to go to get out of these woods."

Lance lifted the water from lizard bum and proceeded to let it fall back where he retrieved it. He noted that he could feel some sweat trickle over his brow. Thought he wasn't out of breath, far from it. His own laziness was probably the cause though. He hadn't used many higher tier spells in succession or manipulated so much water to this extent in a while.

Gosh he was going to need to start practicing.

Anyway Lance quickly regretted releasing the lizard. Because suddenly he was being crushed underneath what he assumed to be a very scaly chest. "Oi! I am not a cushion, Off! Bad Giraffe! Up and off. Oh My- God you are heavy!" All the air left his lungs in one fell swoop.

A huff and waft of breath hit his face. "How did you do that?" Is - Is this permanent, How does it work? What else can you do?" Mr. Heavy lizard, continued to ask question after question in such quick succession that Lance didn't know how he was expected to answer any of them. But thankfully the wait on his chest had eased up some. But there was an edge to his voice that was too pleading and far to hopeful for Lance to ignore.

"Wow, hold your horses you donkey, And let's start from the beginning, Shall we. Because if my momma taught me anything it was my manners."

Clearing his throat far too loudly in the silence, He reached out a blind hand from where he laid pinned on the ground. He probably looked a lot less cool than he thought he did.

"The names Lance Mclain, the most amazing wizard you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. And you are?" He smiled, and for a little extra flare, winked. No one could say he wasn't charming.

Lance heard a small amused, huff, and to Lance's surprise it sounded a little teary. He payed wrapped attention to the the owner of the weight that sat over his chest.

"The names Keith Kogane, and I haven't spoken in 2 years." And that was definitely a sob. A strangled animalistic sob, but a sob filled with so much joy and pain at the same time that it had the organ within Lance's own chest constricting.

Looks like breakfast was going to have to wait a little longer.

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