Trashy Voltron Oneshots

WIP: roleplay?

Okay please keep in mind I did this for a roleplay, everything was spur of the moment and there may be little jumps where other people's replies were but they aren't here because I'm only posting my part of the writing. Some parts will seem a bit awkward, but for the most part it reads very well on its own so I decided to post it~ have fun.

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Lance fiddled absent mindedly at the sleeve of his shirt as he lay on his bunk bed, propped up on his elbows. His short brown hair a bit messy, flopping with him as he dramatically threw himself into his back. He chewed the inside of his cheek when finally an idea clicked in his brain. If the Garrison were gonna get mad at him and his team for not working well together.. they couldn't get mad at them for doing a few bonding exercises could they?

He snickered to himself, the mischief practically gleaming in his eyes as tip toed quietly out of his room. The super stealthy spy ninja music roaring loudly in his mind as he crawled beneath some windows that shine into offices packed with officers. His determined grin to go out and do something drove him forward— he wasn't about to let some asshole in need of an eye patch ruin his fun.

After crawling about some corridors, he happened to poke his pointed nose around a corner, just in time to see a small, familiar frame bolt out from his room, clutching some tech tightly to his chest. He furrowed his brow, silently pursuing.

Now— he was an assassin, following his victim just for the right moment to attacc and seal his fellow teammate, Pidge's fate. He never took the smaller boy to be much of a troublemaker, so he was curious to see what tricks he had up his own sleeve. They made it to the roof, and Lance was practically shivering with excitement, gazing in awe as Pidge set up his tech, unsure what to make of it all. Did he have his own base up here? He totally had his own secret hide away. Score, he was totally gonna have to share now— it was only fair!

He stealthily slid up behind Pidge quickly snatching his headphones off his ears, barely able to contain his giggles, "you come up here to rock out?"

Pidge lept up into the air, squealing in alarm, "Lance!" She scrambled backward a bit, gazing up at him with wide eyes that quickly narrowed back as she frowned, her eye twitching slightly. Just what she needed right now.. some pesky teammates to distract her on what was probably the biggest night for her since her family went missing. The censors kept blaring this 'Voltron' thing over and over again— and she was determined to get to the bottom of it by night's end.

In all honestly, Pidge was tired. Tired of searching, tired of playing pretend, tired of absorbing every piece of knowledge she could possibly stick in her brain— for so long. It wore her down. Try as she might to show how alert she was and put up a front for Lance, there were bags under her eyes that were only bright by the hope instilled from the computer's screen. The conversation between the two was only a mere blur, the words exchanged between them only slurring together in her mental sludge. She just wanted him to hurry up and go back to his dorm, and get his nose out of her business. She could only be glad the third of their party wasn't there to make this task more difficult.

In fact, it wasn't until Lance was peering over the ledge, squinting and pointing down at the ground did she really seem to snap back to attention.

"Who're they~?" His brow furrowed as he looked out to the desert.

Pidge almost groaned, not really wanting to deal with it, "I dunno, some bozos that decided to sneak out like you," she dead panned, returning to her work.

"Hey! You snuck out too ya know," he frowned, whipping his head back to glare at her.

"Yeah," she slid her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "but unlike you I have a reason other than sheer boredom."