Perfectly Imperfect. - Klance Au D:BH

| CHAPTER 6 | Darling I do. |

I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don't see you like I do,
Darling I do,
Darling I do,

See you.

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11:00AM, SATURDAY MORNING. 

Lotor and Lance don't have work today. Well, only Lance. 

Lotor had an emergency meeting in the Galra Police Headquarters, most likely to be talking about deviants. Keith patiently waited for Lotor to come downstairs, to carefully put on his new black coat. As the heavy footsteps come closer to the stairs, the man with long, wavy, brown hair walks down the stairs heavily, the ground shaking with every steps he took. Keith took that as his signal, as he walked towards the coat hangers and picked up Lotor's black coat. 

"Ah, Keith," Lotor called out, grabbing his keys from the coffee table in the living room.

"Yes Lotor?" Keith asked, his voice lifeless as usual.

"Can you please go to the mall today? I want you to pick up the security cameras I have asked for." Lotor requested, letting his arms slide through the coat holes nicely as Keith assisted him.

"Of course. What time should I go?" Keith asked.

"12:00PM." Lotor answered. Lance gasped, the two turned their heads to the top of the stairs.

"We better get going then!" Lance exclaimed. Lotor grunted.

"And when did I said you could come with him?" Lotor questioned. Lance pouted.

"Look, if Keith's going to the mall I'll definitely go! Imagine all the shops I could go to!" Lance ranted. "I also need new face masks so I have an excuse!"

Keith smiled a tad bit, honestly, Lance's energy is what's keeping Keith sane these days. The news about deviants, androids, and other cruel events is what is keeping everyone on edge. Keith's smile fade away eventually as he heard Lotor groaned.

"Fine, but you better be home before 10pm. That's the time I would be here, and make sure Keith gets the things I need." Lotor said. Lance smiled with glee, as he rushed to his and Lotor's bedroom, dressing up for today's routine. Lotor turned the doorknob that leads to their garage. Two cars were in this garage, one was a very shiny, clean, black car that Keith would've guessed Lotor would use, and one that was also a very shiny, clean, but white car. Before Lotor walked to his own car, he stopped in his tracks and looked at Keith. His eyes were as cold as always, and yet you could feel yourself slowly heat up from the overwhelming aura. 

"Keith," Lotor called out. 

"I want you to tell me what Lance was doing the whole day. Every item he picks up, every person he talks to, and every time he talks about me to you." Lotor noted, his voice as deep and unsettling as it is. 

Although Lotor was menacing as hell, Keith looked straight into his eyes, nodded and replied "Yes, Lotor." 

Lotor sighed, not noticing the way Keith's eyes looked away and never laid his stare on him again, as he entered his car, and slowly drove away. Keith checked the time.

11:06AM.

Keith guessed he had lots of time to recharge before completing the tasks. He walked to the living room, placed himself at the comfy, grey, couch, and slowly closed his eyes.

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Until he heard a huge thump upstairs. Keith sighed, and speed walked upstairs. Once Lance and Lotor's room was in his view, he quickly swung open the door, the mess visible in front of him. Colorful clothes were scattered all over the place, as more gets thrown outside of the walk in closet.