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If one were to have a 10,000 year old castle lying dormant on a planet, slowly collecting dust, then to activate and battle a Galran fleet, not everything would be in tip-top position, right? Right. So, thats where they are now, sitting in one of the castle ships pods as he anxiously waited to get out of the small ship, bobbing his right leg up and down in a calming matter. They were to be sent for a supply run, looking for some new tools to help fix the castles engines and even add a few defense systems. Still, the thought of finally being allowed out of the castle (Galran attacks don't count) was already making Lance excited, the last time he was there was cut short, but he did get his new companion Katlenecker (The space cow may have come with a useless game console, but he didn't resent the poor animal for that).
His mouth moved a million hours per hour, chatting wildly with Hunk and Pidge, and even letting Keith in when the latter wanted to. A few seconds later and the egg shaped vehicle opened, letting its passengers onto the moon. They had all decided against anything too major, as the space version of Paul Bart could have placed a ban of them. Shiro had (temporarily) dyed his hair to a brown color, similar to Lance's, Allura had changed his skin color to a tad bit tanner one, and shifted his nose scar so it rested on his shoulder, she changed the leaders appearance so that the hair style made him look more like Chris Evan, if anything, He was also dressed in laidback clothing; bayard tucked secretly in a hidden compartment in his grey jacket.
Pidge wore her hair in a bun, glasses discarded for a pair of green colored contacts, and with the help of a growth spurt, she looked taller and well portioned in her overall clothing, yet she still did check for any button's being loose, just in case. Hunk looked a little bit different, his hair grown out so that it was tied in a tiny ponytail at the back of his head, his bandanna being used as a tie over his black tux, a fake pair of brown glasses handed to him. Keith had stopped wearing his crop-top jacket( seriously, what was its use?) and replaced it with a violet/fuchsia turtleneck, a gift he got from an appreciative alien, his Galran features began to set in, already developing large feline ears and a there was a galaxy of purple and blue across his nose, like, like freckles. Lance looked the least different, only really braiding the sides of his hair into a crown, so that it would look regal and show off his ears, he had scoured every make-up trick he knew and made it so his blue-eyes popped, making them seem brighter.
They stepped into the Space Malls, Shiro reminding them of their aliases.
"Got that? Akira-" Keith nodded , "Isamu-", Lance saluted, "Hishouri" Pidge whistles the seven dwarves tune, "-and Tsuyoshi" Hunk hums, Shiro then points to himself, "-and Kuro"
Everyone splits into the groups Allura had practically drilled into their brains, Keith with Lance, Hunk and Pidge, and Shiro by himself. Keith mentally face-palmed, already preparig for an onslaught of flirting-with-every-alien-girl-in-sight and corny puns, yet, surprising, Lance was eerily quiet. The blue paladin was staring blankly at the Earth shop, near the closest thing to a surfboard he has seen in years, a look of longing quickly flashes over his eyes, glazing them over, for just a milisecond. Keith waves his pale hand back and forth, muttering a small "Space to Lance?". Lance snaps back to reality, a look of confusion on his face before it sets into a bashful smile.
"Ahh, sorry, It's just- Do you ever think that-", He inhales, "that the universe is so so so, big" Keith, obviously surprised by the question, analyses possible answers in his head, trying to figure out what would be the right thing to say, he settles on humming in confirmation.
"Alright, Plan Space Mall Shopping With Space Fam #1 is in action!" He exaggerate's his movements, making them larger in stride and closer to the appearance of a marching band. Keith feels a smirk of amusement crawl onto his face, and though he tried his best to conceal it, the Cuban saw right through it, grinning profusely.
"L- Isamu, I swear to g- Altea's goddess, you are the worst at coming up with names" He snorts in amusment, Lance faking a hurt gasp and shielding the area near his heart.
"Akira! You wound me!" He falls back dramatically, letting himself fall into act, Keith playing along, and from a corner, a soon-to-be director watches.