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Lance knows that on some level—okay all of them—this is wrong. He knows that the whole idea is bad, and he should have told Pidge No. Someone had to be the girl’s moral compass and with Hunk out of the country visiting Shay in Europe that was supposed to be him. Why was he so bad at this?
He had three younger siblings and a whole gaggle of nieces and nephews who looked up to him and he couldn’t manage to handle a single teenage girl to not do something horrifically illegal?
And to make matters worse, he was helping her?!
“I’m telling you, he’s GALRA, I just have to prove it!” She’d rubbed her eyes in a frustrated manner. He’d popped into her dorm to check on her after he hadn’t heard from her in a couple days to find…this.
Honestly, he should have known it would be bad before he opened the door.
The blinds had been drawn, possibly to help keep her from registering when the night would shift to day and vice versa. There was an empty bag of chips on the floor, a small congregation of dirty dishes, and laundry in all corners of her room. She clearly hadn’t left her quarters in some time and she was also in some need of a shower if her menacing scent was any indication.
Honestly, he thanked god every day that Pidge had landed a single dorm otherwise a roommate would have gotten her expelled because the state of the room wasn’t too different from what it normally was. A touch worse, but not horrific.
Really, it was the smell that did it.
“Did you take your suppressants?”
“Of course, I did! Did you!?”
“For your sake, of course, see the problem is it doesn’t smell like you did.”
It was stifling.
And concerning.
“Katie.”
She flinched at her real name. This was something her friends did only when they thought she needed to be brought down to earth. Pidge could fly through space, Katie was grounded.
“Lance,” She responded tentatively, as she leaned further back in her chair and stared at him from beneath her lashes. Her legs were bent crisscrossed beneath her and crammed between the armrests of her computer chair while her wrists remained bent and her fingers idled over the keys at her laptop.
“I’m sure,” Lance started softly, kneeling by her chair, trying not to breathe, and offering her his most understanding stare, “that your T.A. is not a member of the GALRA.”
Pidge threw her head back, “But LANCE. You don’t understand. Okay? There’s no other way he could afford that prosthetic. And I swear to god occasionally it glows just like Sendak’s did, heck it’s probably the same tech line! You know what they did to Matt! How do you expect me to let a monster like that stick around and—and—teach freshman astronomy!”
Lance winced at the mention of Matt. Of course, the boy was fine now. But for a period of time while Pidge had been in high school Matt had gone missing. When he’d been found he’d explained that he had been picked up and held against his will until he’d helped his captors complete a project of sorts. They hadn’t returned him with missing limbs, but they had kept him adequately drugged so that all he could really remember when he stumbled onto his block was the term “GALRA.”
The local cops hadn’t been able to do much about it, but Pidge’s technological sleuthing had uncovered rumors of a kind of terrorist group by the same name with ties to Daibazaal Corp, a tech company known for its massive leaps in innovative machinery to “ease everyday life.” This matched up to Matt’s story given that he had applied for an internship with Daibazaal a mere week before the incident.
But while Matt had just sort of shakily returned to his life, trying to behave as if nothing had happened, Pidge had gone haywire. She’d had the misfortune of being across the mall courtyard when that monster Sendak had grabbed Matt kicking and screaming into the big black van. All she remembered was her brother’s voice and the awful sick purple glow.
So. Naturally, anyone with connections to Daibazaal’s secret technology, like Sendak’s glowy monster arm had since been immediately put on the shit list.
Which of course meant that Mr. Shirogane was right up there with his creepy glow hand.
And since she couldn’t just have the man fired and incarcerated for having a prosthetic arm she needed to find proof.
Which had then led to her emailing all her professors that she had fallen into a rut and would be holing up in her dorm for the safety of other students. Of course, if she were a male they’d probably have advised her to go home to her family… but she wasn’t going to complain about the easy access to the school’s network that their sexism allowed.
Because, in reality, she had discovered how to hack Mr. Shirogane’s work computer and by extension his data cloud and all his other devices.
She had since located two cellphones, a laptop, a desktop computer, and a smart tv.
And there was just.
So much data to monitor.
And it had only been what? Two days? She’d only just gotten access to the desktop twenty minutes before Lance came in. She hadn’t found anything yet!
“Pidge, it’s been two days, you need to shower, and sleep, and probably eat something more substantial then,” Lance eyed the dishes, “Chips and cereal. If you haven’t found anything yet, then—”
Pidge whined, “These devices have cameras and mics! I couldn’t really focus on reading through all the documents when I could in real time watch and listen to what he was up to! I mean. Okay yeah priorities so I did manage to go through all the documents on the phones—Mr. Shirogane apparently doesn’t text a lot… he’s got like ten contacts and he texts like four of them. But the second phone is definitely a burner or something because it’s got nothing. Just his own number again like—come on Lance tell me that isn’t suspicious!”
Lance groaned and leaned his head against the edge of the desk.
“What if I watch him for you?”
He’d said it without thinking. But he didn’t take it back. Pidge needed to take care of herself and she clearly wasn’t going to drop it.
She looked at him with big watery amber eyes, “You’d do that for me?”
Lance pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before rolling his eyes and nodding.
“Eat. Shower. Sleep. Shower again maybe. Please. I’ll text you if I find anything okay?
And that was how he got here, sitting at his own desk in his and Hunk’s dorm room with Pidge’s laptop opened to the most complicated looking coding he’s ever seen.
This was why he was a behavioral science major. Leave the techy stuff to Pidge and Hunk.
After he minimized the code window he assessed how the remaining windows were set up.
There were four tabs on the program Pidge made, each labeled. The ones that read “Phone 1 and Phone 2” were currently in sleep mode either because Pidge had lost interest in them or because this meant neither of the phones were active. Lance wasn’t sure, and Pidge hadn’t scribbled up a cheat sheet for him.
The desktop was off, so that left the laptop.
He glanced over the side panel on that screen which gave him a few options. He could explore the computer in option 1, but that would allow whoever was on the computer to see. It was basically like an IT person taking control of your computer from a remote server. So, this wasn’t the option he needed.
The second one was to explore quietly, behind the scenes if you will. He could watch what the computer owner was doing on screen or he could wander through files they hadn’t opened.
There was also a split screen addition for that. Cool. Lance briefly considered pulling out the extra monitor Hunk had in the back of their room to make it easier to see everything.
The third option was to turn on the mic and camera with no indicator lights.
Since Pidge had been so anxious about being able to watch “In real time” he figured that option should be turned on.
Of course, that was the option that made everything go morally awful in Lance’s head.
He was going to be stalking a stranger. Watching them in their own homes where they were potentially alone.
What if—oh god what if he caught Mr. Shirogane masturbating that’s it that’s the end of his life. He’d have to leave school. He’d never be able to look the man in the face.
Well, he’d never actually met Mr. Shirogane but he’d heard enough whispering from other students about the crazy hot T.A. and Lance just didn’t need this in his life.
But Pidge would kill him otherwise. He’d promised.
God fucking damn it.
He eyed the monitor, watching as it showed a window scrolling through a word document.
Well, at least it didn’t seem like fap material so…
He pressed the button for the third option and a small square appeared in the corner of the screen. It was black for a minute, but Lance figured that was normal, since the camera was probably still starting up.
Then he heard the sound of a computer chair cracking as they must have leaned back. The word document on screen was scrolled through again, quickly, frantically, up and down before a voice groaned into the mic.
The camera remained black.
Actually, if Lance paid close enough attention, it was a slight shade lighter than black. Like being blindfolded in a brightly lit room.
…This paranoid fucker had his camera covered.
Well. Considering what Lance was doing he really couldn’t blame him.
The groan ended in a whine before the tab labeled after one of the phones lit up and the disembodied voice said, “Is it…too late… to quit…school.” To the quiet rhythm of fingers tapping a screen.
Lance listened to that small voice and, ignoring the fact this Mr. Shirogane sounded adorable, figured he might need his headphones to hear everything happening on the other side of the screen. Just in case, you know.
There was the sound of what Lance assumed was the phone smacking down on a flat surface just as the tab for the phone went dim again.
Then the other one lit up.
Lance plugged in his headphones just in time to hear an annoyingly generic text ringtone go off before the man behind the screen released another adorable sound.
He laughed.
It was short and mostly expelled in a breath through his nose, but it still sounded precious to Lance.
Hold on Lance. This guy might be in your age group and he might be rumored to be the hottest T.A. on campus second only to Allura (who let’s face it, was a goddess) and he might even sound like a precious creature, but Pidge has you stalking him for a reason. He could be crazy monster GALRA scum!
So. Quit that.
He shook his head and peered at the word document, if he had to guess based on his limited knowledge of the subject, it looked like an astrophysics essay.
It was nine pages so far and the blocks of text were so dense it gave Lance a headache just looking at it. There was no header or footer or sensible MLA formatting, the first page started right at the top line of the document and wasn’t even indented.
Lance figured he was one of those types who would do all the fancy formatting once the document was done.
Lance was the exact opposite of course; the header could eat up half a page and it always made him feel better to see half a page gone.
Even the margins between the top and bottom of the pages were gone to leave more room for daunting looking text.
Lance could make out the title of the word document though, the file name rather.
“Your virtual death…” Lance almost choked. These words were followed by the word “Take” and then a keyboard mashing of numbers because if this really was the 18k+ attempt at writing this essay Lance almost felt bad for Mr. Shirogane.
Of course, the fact the document was labeled “death” was enough.
It was then he noticed both phone tabs were back in sleep mode and Lance realized quite suddenly that he’d missed the opportunity to see through the phone camera.
It also dawned on him that one of these phones was clearly not on Mr. Shirogane’s person right now. What if they didn’t both belong to him?
What if one of the phones belonged to his girlfriend or something?
What if he turned on one of those cameras and saw a girl in her quiet intimate times?!!
This is horrific. This whole thing is such a bad idea.
Pidge was going to kill him.
“Fuck this. Break time. Where was I…”
Lance jumped, the sound of the other man’s voice startling him out of his thoughts. The Microsoft document was minimized, and the browser window opened.
The browser had apparently been minimized this entire time because it was open partway down a Tumblr dashboard with twelve other tabs open.
He scrolled down a bit and Lance swallowed as an image of particularly explicit gay porn came up on the screen.
The voice in his headphones sighed, “Guess Lo’s horny again…”
The person who reblogged the porn had a close-up shot of a pointed tanned chin and a cheeky smile as his avatar. The username was something like Locks of Lotor with underscores and dashes.
Mr. Shirogane scrolled to the bottom of the post and Lance watched the mouse move through the tags.
NSFW
Look I’m being courteous today
Did that earn me a reward?
Come over.
And then another username, Lance only knew it was a username because of the way it was typed with more dashes: Mistakes are made in red.
When the mouse hovered over the last tag the person on the other end of the screen scoffed, “Yeah. Sure.”
He clicked on the user which opened a blog that was all purple themed. A model looking dark skinned male made up the image on the side bar with long silver hair falling over part of his face, a black slimming turtle neck and tight khakis.
Mr. Shirogane scrolled down their page for a bit and Lance tried to ignore the varied photos on the blog that all consisted of varied men going at it. Lots of dicks, lots of questionable faces—oh boy there were gifs now.
Were some of these taken during—oh wow, Lance still didn’t understand how Heat Pornos existed. Of course, he’d never experienced one so he had no idea how that really went but if they were anything like ruts why would an omega ever be willing—ah but then he figured, actors and special effects were definitely things right?
Still. It was weird.
And all of them were tagged with Mistakes are made in red
“What do you think?”
Lance felt his heart beat quicken. The voice was clear, and he sounded like he was asking someone a question.
Was he really scrolling through someone’s porn blog with someone else in the room?
A loud meow was his response and Lance relaxed.
Of course.
The windows jumped around suddenly, random letters finding their way into the URL line when Pidge’s T.A. started to squeak.
“No! Not the keyboard—Scar!”
Lance could hear the motorboat of purring as it faded out and there was a very distant sounding and offended meow as the man’s voice sounded further away too, “I’ve told you a million times not to step on the keyboard. Go to your room.”
Meow
“Don’t meow me, Mr.”
Lance blinked at the porn on screen now marked with a red heart that hadn’t been there before and listened to the man he was stalking as he chastised the cat.
This was going to be a long night.
A chime sounded on the computer as a chat window popped up on the Tumblr page. Mr. Locks of Lotor was messaging Mr. Shirogane.
That was interesting.
And then Lance realized the top of the chatroom read “Mistakes are made in R…”
…Oh boy. Oh boy Mr. Shirogane was getting a booty call.
Was this a regular thing?
Was this—
The message, or rather, messages read:
Red!
Are you online or is it lying?
Your paper can wait. Come over.
You liked my post! You ARE on! Hah!
You know this would be easier if you just gave me your number.
I have those chocolates you like.
I’ll write your paper for you just come over.
…Are you still mad?
There was the sound of someone typing and Lance figured Mr. Shirogane must have returned to his computer.
He typed a single word: Yes.
Locks of Lotor immediately started typing again.
And this is still about the Princess?
The sound of typing again.
She’s engaged to my brother and you were flirting with her I think I’m gonna stay mad Lo.
What flirting! I was having a conversation! She’s a very intelligent woman.
I know, she’s going to be my sister. And you were trying to wreck that.
The man on the other end of the screen breathed out an exasperated, “Seriously…”
My feud with your brother is nowhere near that bad I would never jeopardize his entire relationship. I assure you, it was just a conversation.
The mysterious Locks of Lotor could try to defend himself all he wanted but he was definitely not going to get any if the angry groan from Mr. Shirogane’s mouth meant anything.
“I know what your flirting is like, you sleazy little jerk off!” He growled, his voice taking on an interesting inflection. He didn’t bother responding to the message and instead switched to another tab on his browser.
Lance eyed the remaining tabs and realized they were all from the same website.
“Archive of—oh boy.”
Lance hasn’t read fanfiction since he was in middle school.
What the fuck.
Pidge’s T.A. was into this stuff?!
He went back to the options on the screen and flipped the switch allowing him to wander the computer without acknowledging the user. He browsed the other tabs and realized all of them were open to an M or E rated fic with MxM pairings.
Mr. Shirogane was definitely into dudes. Maybe the cellphone belonged to a boyfriend then—
Wait no Locks of Lotor was probably the boyfriend and he was currently pissed at him.
Oh, but then he didn’t have his number either.
Who had he been texting?
Music started playing, probably to drown out the small dings from Locks of Lotor’s chat box. The music sounded like some old soft 90s punk, but Lance wasn’t too familiar with the genre.
It was quiet for a while, Lance turned off the option to browse autonomously and watched the screen scroll through more text as the man read.
Not knowing who the characters were, Lance lost interest and removed his headphones, turning the volume all the way up in case he missed something, and decided to go about his regular business.
The guy was just eating shit at home. Yeah Pidge, he was totally some big scary GALRA gang member.
He liked dick, he was a weeb, he had a cat, and a brother, and a soon to be sister in law, and he was adorable. He didn’t go around kidnapping anyone.
While Lance did his homework, he listened to the T.A.’s music and watched the screen occasionally browse through different stories. The music taste bounced around a bit. Between Simple Plan and the Goo Goo Dolls and Emery. Occasionally it played something extra soft like Safety Suit or Sara Bareilles of all things. Lance was absolutely certain his heart skipped when he heard what vaguely sounded like the man’s voice singing along to “Hercules” in a low but pleasant mumble.
The guy would occasionally read a line out loud, laugh, squeak. Sometimes he talked to the characters, “Oh no don’t do that…” and “Pff of course you doofus.” And Lance couldn’t help but crack a smile at every stupid little comment.
God, this wasn’t fair.
If Lance could have met the guy in person. Oof. He was precious. He had to at least be a Beta or something.
Well, he still hadn’t seen him yet but…
Lance eyed his cellphone for a second and decided, why not, he’d already invaded the guys privacy.
He logged on to Facebook and searched up “Shirogane” and “Altea University”
The first hit was an Asian man, first name Takashi. And wow the man was…something. He was gorgeous, but it instantly shut him down because with those kind of looks he could very easily be another alpha.
His profile picture wasn’t just him though.
It included a girl.
Hell. It included the goddess Allura herself, wrapped around his waist and looking perfect and pristine and in love.
…But she was an alpha. Lance had been sorely disappointed to find this out, but it was a fact.
…And this guy definitely had a preference toward men, not beautiful women like Allura.
That was clear.
Oh, poor Allura. Did she know?
Lance put the phone down and rolled over on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
The song “You and I Both” started to play from his computer and the horrible thing he was doing. The cat was back and meowing, so the music was lowered a bit.
“What? What do you want?”
Meooow
“I won’t know if you don’t tell me.”
Lance tried to picture the Adonis that was Takashi Shirogane having a conversation with a little black cat like this, with that voice and…it just didn’t match up.
That voice just. Didn’t.
Presumably the cat left because the computer continued to scroll through fanfiction while the man obscured by the covered webcam started singing along to the track, having forgotten to raise the volume.
“Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of and others just read of…”
That voice. That voice was scratchy and raw and beautifully awkward, and the picture of Takashi Shirogane did not match that voice.
Pidge fucked up.
She had to have fucked up.
Lance was stalking the wrong guy.
How did she fuck up!?
“And it’s okay if you have to go away…Oh just remember the telephones well they work in both ways…”
Lance tried to wrack his brain for any explanation for this, but he kept getting distracted by the whispered song that was slowly picking up confidence on the other end.
“But if I never ever hear them ring…” The strangers voice was very clear now, probably at a sensible volume and not just loud from proximity to the mic. Lance sat up.
“…if nothing else I'll think the bells inside have finally found you someone else and that's oookaaaay~! Cause I'll remember everything you saaang~!”
Lance wasn’t sure if he was breathing. That definitely wasn’t an Alpha. That voice was definitely…
“Cause you and I both loved—!”
“Keith! I’m home! Are you done with your paper?!”
Lance choked. The stranger, Keith, shut down his little karaoke session almost immediately.
Keith.
No.
No it couldn’t be.
“No. No. Shiro, I’m quitting school. I think I could be very good call-girl. They make some good money you know.” The statement faded out as he apparently rolled his chair back and exited the room. At least, that’s what it sounded like as he continued to have a conversation with “Shiro.”
Lance could have died.
He picked up his phone and clicked on Takashi Shirogane’s “About” section while he listened to the two talk as if from behind a wall.
“Ha-ha, very funny, did you get the virus out of the laptop?”
“Oh yeah I did that hours ago. But if you’re going to be getting viruses from opening assignments from your kids I’m not going to let you use it anymore.”
Shit was starting to make sense now.
In Mr. Shirogane’s “About” section it listed that he was engaged to Allura.
So, this was the “Brother” engaged to “Princess” that Keith had been talking about. In other words, one of the phones belonged to Shiro, the other was Keith’s. The computers were probably shared.
Doi. Of course.
“Keith you know I need it.”
“Use the desktop.”
The about section also listed three family members. There was a tottering looking old woman who probably had her kids make her Facebook labeled “Grandma.” Another account labeled “Daughter” which had a picture of a black cat with a very furry mane. And the third…
“I can’t lug the desktop to class with me!”
“Tough. It’s my laptop.”
Keith K Shirogane, labeled “Brother” with a close-up cropped picture of an Altea University ID. It was so small Lance had to squint to try and make out what the boy looked like.
And then it dawned on him.
He recognized that mullet anywhere.
Keith K Shirogane was actually Keith Kogane.
The same Keith Kogane from freshman orientation three years ago. Keith fucking I’m so perfect Kogane I can’t be bothered to be a tolerable human being. Lance, being his animated self, had accidentally walked into the kid and sent his books sprawling.
Lance had attempted to help him, but the boy had simply grumbled under his breath, quickly picked up all his things, and bolted to a spot at the very front of the auditorium like the little teacher’s pet he would soon end up being.
They ended up having two humanities classes, English, and freshman Student Life Skills together in the last three years, but they never spoke and while Lance had scraped by with tolerable grades Keith was constantly praised to the point where Lance’s insides flipped in jealous bitterness every time the guy was brought up.
And now.
Now all Lance could think about was that voice.
He’d only ever gotten a good look at Keith’s face that one time, but he remembered the guys eyes were this deep blue that looked almost purple. They were too pretty for the guys already too perfect face.
For the most part Keith always sat in the very front of class giving Lance the chance to stare scathingly at the back of his head and memorize the awkward haircut.
But, despite having all these classes together, Keith really didn’t talk much and didn’t hang around after classes or appear to have any friends.
Heck, he also seemed to be taking very strong suppressants because Lance had never had any idea what the hell Keith was supposed to be since he didn’t smell like anything.
No wonder Lance hadn’t realized…
Ah but god. What was he supposed to do now…?
“Did you get that transfer you were asking for?” Takashi’s voice was closer now. Definitely more suited to the man on the Facebook page. Heck, he sounded like he’d rolled straight out of a super hero movie. Lance still wasn’t sure how he managed to be with Allura, did she bend that way? How could she stand it…
There was the sound of the computer chair rolling back and Keith’s voice was right next to the computer again.
“Yeah. Looks like it. But I checked the roster and I think I was better off with the evening class…” Keith said, his voice sounding a little… sad almost.
“He’s in it, isn’t he?” Meanwhile Mr. Adonis sounded amused.
Should he be turning off the computer? He’d been stalking the wrong guy, this was just all kinds of extra wrong now.
And please, as if Allura would be engaged to a member of the GALRA. Pidge needed to reassess, for sure…
“Yeah. I don’t know if I can handle another semester of him glaring into the back of my head. I mean. I can’t do this till-ten-pm class anymore it’s kicking my ass but…”
Lance blinked.
He couldn’t be…
“Maybe you should just ask him out already.”
The noise that came out of Keith’s mouth at Mr. Shirogane’s suggestion almost made Lance burst out laughing. Well, if he hadn’t been so tensely paying attention.
“W-Why—why would I—What—That’s just—why?”
Lance could hear the shrug in Mr. Shirogane’s voice “This is the same guy you’ve been crushing on since orientation isn’t it?”
Keith made a small shrieking sound. It was quite similar to Lance’s small shrieking sound.
Clearly, they were made for each other.
Oh god. No. No Lance they’re probably not talking about—
“Oh god! No! No Shiro he hates me! That’s just—Don’t be stupid!”
“I’m just saying. It sounds to me like you guys just got off on the wrong foot. If you just explained to him, something like…hey, I’m sorry about being that awkward guy who ran away from you at orientation, I just panicked cause you’re gorgeous and I was wondering if maybe—”
“Do you hear yourself? Do you hear yourself speak Shiro? Because that’s. That’s crazy. Get out. Get of my room. You’ve been hanging around Allura too much all the sugary fluff is rotting your brain.”
Lance isn’t sure when he ended up seated in front of the computer again, hanging off every questionable word.
That… sounded like they were talking about him.
Well. Lance wasn’t gorgeous or anything.
He’d certainly say he was, but he was kind of average looking if he thought about it. He glanced at the mirror hanging on one of the walls. Eh, he certainly wasn’t bad looking. Maybe a little above average.
Did Keith think he was gorgeous?
Keith, the guy Lance had dreamt about for a couple weeks after orientation because man those eyes. Keith, the smartest guy in every class he was in. Keith, the guy with the crazy perfect skin and beautiful face and those hips because Lance wasn’t blind when Keith hauled ass out of class Lance relished in the sight of said ass…
Was he an omega? Could he be?
Ah god.
There was no way.
In his delusions Lance had missed the end of the conversation and was catching the tail end of another.
“Well don’t be out too late okay?” said Mr. Shirogane.
Keith hummed in agreement and Lance watched the screen as Keith flipped back to the Tumblr tab.
Oh no.
Locks of Lotor had sent a few more messages. Stuff like:
Come on, I miss you.
And I’d settle for cuddling on the couch right now.
Along with If I apologized to Takashi would you please come have take-out with me?
Lance listened to his fingers dance across the keys and felt his stomach sink as he watched the words appear on screen.
I’m coming over.
So much for a crush right…
And don’t bother with the fluff. I got my transfer and I just want to avoid thinking about how much of a masochist I am right now.
Locks of Lotor sent over a smiley face equipped with a too quick See you soon, I’ll tell security you’re coming.
There was the sound of the computer chair rolling back again and Lance felt vaguely miserable for reasons he wasn’t sure he was prepared to acknowledge.
Then Locks of Lotor sent another message.
Bless the ever oblivious Lance McClain.
Lance read this message, listened to Keith groan, and read the message again.
Then he slammed Pidge’s laptop screen down and launched himself at his phone, dialing her number and screaming until she answered.
“YOU. HAD. ME. STALKING. KEITH.”
Her voice was quiet, like she’d actually been doing what he’d asked her to do and was half asleep, “…Huh?”
“KEITH. KEITH IS MR. SHIROGANE’S BROTHER. PIDGE. PIDGE LOOK WHAT YOU DID.”
“…Oh…”
“PIDGE.”
“…OH!” Good. She now knew what horrible thing she’d just subjected him to.
Lance screamed again and threw his phone.