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Lance sat sprawled across his bed, laptop resting on his stomach. He continued this way, scrolling through Tumblr, until his curiosity went and got the better of him. Typical. It didn't take long for him to have made his way to Red’s blog. Upon arrival, he saw Red's response to his ask pop up onscreen. He was quick to read over it, excitement and nerves eating away at him. A bit of an overreaction? Perhaps, but that didn't stop the onset of emotions.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh I would die of happiness!!! I would love to see all fanarts/fanfics or anything you guys make! Just tag @land-of-lions or @rebloggingred in your post so I can see it!! QvQ If you want to just tag it, tag it with the comics name: Voltron! QvQ Thank you guys all so much!!!”
Read the response.
Lance let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in turn to sigh in relief. A positive reaction, shouldn't have expected otherwise, of course. He read over the reply once more, maybe even two times before the butterflies were able to dissipate some. They weren't going away anytime soon.
Excited, Lance rushed to pull his files up and began to work on posting his picture. He did as Red asked, @ing his account and tagging the comic as a safe measure. Better to be safe than sorry, at least. He rambled in the tags, exclaiming his love for the characters drawn and how he had listened to a specific song on repeat because of how it made him think of the two. He looked the post over to make sure it was set to post on the right account before proceeding. He felt his stomach bubble anxiously, hoping Red would like it. The guy seemed sweet enough, based on the sheer animated nature of the comment left on his ask.
Lance shut his laptop, stretching with a yawn. He decided he should at least make get up at this point. Jumping out of bed, he made his way to the kitchen. He looked over the contents of the cabinets, but, ultimately, felt too lazy to legitimately prepare anything for breakfast. He eyed the brownies from the night before, feeling his mouth water. Just one wouldn't hurt, yeah? He bit his lip, knowing fully well Hunk would be disappointed in him for it, but hey, brownies for breakfast was better than nothing right? So much for willpower or really any sense of self-control. Who needed any of that anyway? He grabbed one, then made his way to the living room to the living room.
A few hours passed, just watching TV, before Lance groaned loudly to himself. He really should get back to working on his paper. Begrudgingly, he removed himself from the couch and made his way back to his room, grabbing himself a plate of brownies as he passed the kitchen. Better than nothing. Besides, Hunk wasn't exactly here to be judging his life choices.
Lance made another noise of complaint, laying his head on his desk in despair. Who knew productivity could be so painful? He was so close to finishing, yet felt so burned out. God, he needed a break. He blindly reached for another brownie, finding the plate empty. Empty? He pulled himself up from his current position, looking up at the plate in confusion. Honestly, he hadn’t even remembered finishing the plate off.
Shrugging it off, he stood up, whining at the stiffness in his knees. How long had he sat there, slaving away for a grade? Much too long, apparently; this was ridiculous. He grabbed his plate, taking it to the kitchen, and rinsing it off before depositing it into the dishwasher. Grabbing a can of soda from the fridge, Lance made his way back to his room, curious as to how his post was doing at this point. He figured it'd be safe to check, being as it had been this long as it was, and went to open up his laptop.