Lance and James Griffin stood in the center of the hangar, holding hands? No, something else.
"1" lance gritted his teeth
"2" Griffin smirked
"3" lance raised an eyebrow
"4" Griffin bowed up.
"I declare thumb war." The two pilots declared in unison.
Pidge and Hunk cheered. "THUMB WAR! THUMB WAR!" They chanted. Shiro groaned. Leifsdottir, Rizavi, and Kinkade all climbed back out of their lion cockpits to see the ruckus.
Lance has very long fingers. Like a pianist. (No not the other word that sounds similar.) he used this advantage to briefly grab Griffin's thumb. But the hotshot pilot wasn't going to go down that easily. His thumb was much stronger than Lance's and broke the quick attack. From the direction of the lions a voice distracted Lance.
"5 6 7 8" Kinkade yelled. To which Griffin quickly replied.
"I use this hand to masturbate!" The room grew quiet. Lance pulled his hand away.
"That's just wrong dude"
"You quit, I win." Griffin danced like a (American) football player who'd just scored a touchdown. Lance just smiled.
"It's cool man, I wanted you to pick a lion to try. Honestly I love both of them and could never chose one. Black lion was my hope of not getting a choice. But..." he cast a pout at Rizavi. "I guess that's out now. Veronica warned me about you." His tone was playful, and he topped it with a wink and shimmering smile. "So," he returned his gaze to Griffin, "which kitty are you looking to pet, Sir Beatsalot?" Everyone grinned and Hunk couldn't hold in his uproarious laughter which made everyone else laugh, even Shiro.
"Maybe experience dictates you continue to pilot the red lion. It is the fastest. Maybe when you get promoted or out on desk duty I can move up." He winked. "Also if you get too bossy I can use some water power to put you out."
Lance smirked. "I wasn't sure red would let you in anyway. Not yet."
