Voltron Oneshots (Klance), by moongirlel ✔️

(📄)[Request]Holiday

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In the distance of a small city, the sun was starting to rise. The birds sung their daily morning songs all around, while the sound of vehicles running along the road echoed through the busy streets.

"Alright...let's see, if I remember correctly my holiday home should be around..." A tan, tall, Cuban boy was walking down a fairly full street. Holding a house key and a suitcase in one hand, and a smaller boys in his other.

"Aha!" His face broke out into a gleaming smile, like he'd just won a sparkly prize.
Letting go of the smaller boys hand, the Cuban ran towards the door and threw out his hands. Creating jazz hands, he excitedly exclaimed. "Tada! What do you think? Cool right?"

"Hm...It's very....ah..." The ravenette gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed in thought. "It's very homely? I guess?" He looked back up the street - each house was connected, creating a stair affect if you looked down from the sky.

The other sighed and rolled his shoulders forward, "Come on, Keith. I know it's not much, but it's better inside." He held out his hand for Keith to take, "Come on."

Keith hesitated slightly, but took his partners hand as he lead him into the cream coloured house.

The door opened, surprisingly with no creek. The main hall was a medium-sized, square room with a brown carpet for the floor. Pictures of Lance's family hung on one side of the hall, while photos of his friends and ex-pets on the other side. A twisted staircase started on the right side of the hall, below the steps was a glass door; leading to the living room.

"So...?" Lance set his bundle of keychains on a wooden table at the door, he tilted his head waiting for Keith's response.

"Wow! It's actually...really clean." Keith blinked a few times, stepping forwarded and glancing in every direction.

Lance chuckled and closed the door behind the two. "Clean? Really, Keith?"

"Do you want me to say it looks stupid?" Keith sharply replied.

"No. I suppose not." Lance playfully rolled his eyes. Then an idea popped into his head, "You hungry? We could get a take away for the first night." He edged his head in the direction of an other door on the left.

Keith shrugged, "Sure, I don't see why not." The smaller male adjusted the backpack on his shoulder and followed Lance into the kitchen.

"Kitchen island." Keith pushed his lips together and made a popping sound. "Nice."

Lance walked towards the house phone and started reading a page next to it. The page was titled 'Numbers of fast food places'. "What do ya fancy having?"

"A hot and spicy meatball in bed..." Keith mumbled under his breath, while a hit a red ran over his cheeks.

"What?" Lance turned to Keith and tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"N-nothing!" Keith waved his hands around in front of him, "P-pizza or a traditional meal of yours would be lovely!"

"Okay then. I'll just make a call for pizza then. Type?"

"Pepperoni?"

Lance nodded and typed in the phone number, "Sure, babe. You can have a look around the place while I call if ya want." He winked at Keith, just as a worker picked up the phone from the other end of the line.

Keith strolled back into the main hall and up the stairs. He looked around all of the rooms, taking in most of the basic details as he went along.

The main bedroom had a king-sized bed, two side tables, a cabinet and a coat rack which Lance had hung a few jackets on.