Work and work and work was all Keith and Hunk ever truly did.
Even after Keith's near-death experience they still continued on their mission for money.
Even if they didn't have their rope, they still worked.
Keith did have body strength in him to conquer the chimneys after all.
And when the sun finally set Hunk and Keith split ways.
Hunk lived in a cheap apartment. One that had a roof but not much else. Definitely not enough room to fit Hunk.
His bed was the only thing he could fit in the damn space! Not even a bedside table or closet.
Most of Hunk's clothes were just tucked under the bed.
Keith, on the other hand, had it a little bit better.
Since he shared an apartment with his brother Shiro things where easier.
When Keith finally arrived home, Shiro was already sleeping. Shiro had a tough job. He worked long days as a delivery boy.
This meant that he was running all day. He used to have a bike, but that was stolen some time ago.
Keith gave one final look at his brother before slinking off to the small table in the middle of the room.
The room was set up in a terrible manner.
Shiro's bed was across from Keith's, only leaving a small space open. And in this space stood a small table.
This table was where most of there food went. Such as bread and jam. Or on special occasions, they had chicken and corn.
Today they just had bread and simple peas on the side. But Keith didn't mind. He ate that food so quickly. He scarfed it down like an animal.
And when it was all gone Keith shuffled into his bed. He wasn't even clean, but did that truly matter right now?
Sleep was calling him and who was he to ignore it?
So, as he settled into bed, Keith's mind wandered back to Lance.
Lance Mcclain. The man who had everything.
Keith wondered if he had to work till his death.
Probably not.
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Rooftops - Klance
Fanfic"You might be cleaning the chimneys but you aren't such a bad looker". "Thanks. And even though you are a rich prat you aren't so bad yourself". COMPLETED
