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So annoying...
Keith couldn't help but echo these words in the depths of his mind as he stared at the blue paladin.
Even if this was the one of the few times that Lance was keeping to himself in the same room as Keith, his chest still swelled and his mouth got more and more dry with every page turned of the Altean book Lance was attempting to read. At the moment Keith was staring at him from across the large couch they were both sitting on, crossing his arms with a firm frown on his face.
His dark eyes could almost pierce Lance's skin from how harsh his glare was. He was being completely obnoxious by just sitting there, and it infuriated him. Every inch of his pale skin itched and twitched with rage, and he could not for the life of him explain why.
His unkempt, brunet hair, his wide blue eyes, his loud voice- every single one of these things made Keith's hair stand in his neck. He knew he shouldn't be silently taking his anger out on Lance, but he was bitter and tired and needed someone- anyone but himself to blame it on.
"Keith? Keith, are you okay?" A deep voice alerted Keith from his state, making him turn his head to look up at Shiro. "You look like you're looking at Zarkon in the flesh, what's going on?" He had a brow raised as he followed Keith's previous glance, relaxing his face and sighing in disappointment when he found the cause of Keith's dismay.
"I'm fine, just let me be..." Keith slouched further in his seat, looking back at the Cuban at the other side of the room with a slightly softer gaze.
"You're gonna burn holes into his head if you keep staring." Shiro chuckled, catching the attention of the aforementioned boy. However before he could open his- according to Keith- obnoxious mouth, the red paladin had already gotten up and begun to leave the room for his own.
A confused expression was shot at Shiro, but was responded to in silence and the absence of the black paladin as well. Lance stared at the doors Shiro exited through, then the ones Keith did before shrugging and returning to his attempt at reading an Altean book.
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"Princess, we need to do something about them." Shiro crossed his arms as he stood beside Allura, staring at her face which was concentrated on one of the many see-through screens in front of her. She sighed heavily before putting down the screens and placing her hands in her lap.
"I'm assuming you're talking about Lance and Keith?" She raised a brow as she stood up in her seat, keeping her hands cupped in front of her. She was wearing her usual graceful robes that cascaded down her body. Shiro had thought many times that the color of her dress reminded him of earth butterflies, but he had never mentioned such trivial things to the princess.
"I'm afraid that if we let their bickering go on for much longer, we won't be able to form Voltron..." Shiro kept his gaze firm, despite the worry that seemed to flow through his veins.
"I agree, that could be very problematic. However I don't see anything we can do about it- we cannot simply force them to be together..." Her voice trailed off, and her mind picked up where it left off. She sat back down, pulling up the screens in front of her again. "I do have a small mission I can send them on- something that would require a lot of teamwork." She showed Shiro a picture of a soft blue planet on the monitor, tearing her eyes away from the screen to look over at him. "I was planning on sending Pidge and Hunk, but I'm sure it will work out regarding our Lance and Keith situation."
"It's perfect, I'll tell them to be ready by morning." A smile came across Shiro's face as he patted the princess's shoulder and left the room, the smile staying as he strode into the sitting room and called for the other paladins.