“Wait, what’s that one mean?” Allura propped herself up on an elbow and glanced over at where Shiro was getting dressed.
future in Japanese,” he said, fighting with the fancy Ullini dress
shirt he was supposed to be wearing. “It’s sort of cheesy, I guess, but I
think it’s nice.”
“I’m writing it down.”
Allura and Shiro
had been bouncing possible names back and forth since they had
accidentally found out that the baby was a girl a couple days ago. They
hadn’t asked to know the baby’s gender, but the midwife didn’t delete
that line of data on the progress report they had received. So now
Allura and Shiro knew the baby was a girl, though they were keeping that
tidbit of info from the others, mainly because it was fun to watch them
argue about it. Currently Hunk, Lance, and Coran were on Team
It’s-A-Girl while Keith and Pidge were firmly and fiercely Team
Allura looked up to find Shiro with his
left arm stuck over his head, which was halfway sticking out of what
looked like one of the arm holes. The Ullini had three arms, so the
shirt had been modified anyways, but it was still an overly complicated
design. The Ullini had given the Voltron crew new clothes to wear to
that night’s banquet, and it was only proper and polite to wear the
outfits that had been offered.
Unfortunately, the Ullini favored neon colors, accessories, and extremely intricate outfits.
Most of Shiro’s face was covered by the shirt but his mildly alarmed eyes were still visible. “What is this insanity.”
She burst out laughing and fell back on the bed, her arms wrapped around her waist.
please, I’m going to rip it,” he said, but he made the mistake of
waving the hand of his stuck arm, which only made Allura’s giggles
worse. Takashi Shirogane, the noble and mature black paladin, looked
absolutely ridiculous. “Princess…”
“I’m sorry, but you’ve been
defeated by dress wear. Let me fully enjoy this moment,” she said,
almost crying from laughing so hard. “I need a picture to remember this
exactly as it is.”
“No, no, you don’t,” he said. He was struggling
to wriggle out of the shirt without tearing it to shreds. When
something made a ripping noise, he stopped, his head completely inside
the shirt now. “Love…”
“All right, I suppose I’ll rescue you.” She
finally slid out of their bed, glanced over the shirt, and swiftly
freed Shiro with a few expert tugs. Carefully, she laid the offending
garment on a nearby chair.
He sighed and then caught her by the
waist. A mischievous look crossed his face before he put on a stern
expression. “You were going to let me suffocate in there for your
pleasure.” He lifted an eyebrow, and his hands dropped to her hips.
“That’s so cruel.”
She trailed her fingers across the nape of his
neck. “I think you should properly thank me instead of making baseless
accusations. Don’t you?”