Like seriously, people tend to forget their are mixed raced characters and the idea that Lance could be mixed is amazing!
I think finally, people can stop complaining and whining about Lance’s last name since Keaton also considers Lance to probably be mixed. He’s not saying absolutely but he is saying there’s a chance (*≧∀≦*)
And I mean… look, people obviously like Keaton, @kayoinswife, and others like us are happy to have representation because mixed people do exist so now that’s a thought that is able to become a possibility!
I don’t care how many times it’s been done, it’s my turn.
We open with Pidge lying on her side on a sofa, glaring miserably at nothing.
Keith sits on the sofa across from her, arms crossed in silent solidarity.
Lance walks in.
“What’s up with Pidge?” “She’s in pain.” “What, did she eat Coran’s cooking?” “I’m on my period, Lance.” “…oh.”
Lance walks out with a thoughtful expression.
Pidge and Keith continue their companionable silence.
Allura walks in. She’s exceedingly curious about human menstruation and has dozens of questions.
She gets kicked out of the room two minutes later.
Meanwhile, Lance has found Shiro, who is tinkering with the castle as faaaaar away from Pidge as he can get.
“It sucks that she’s in pain, man.” “I really don’t want to talk about it, Lance.” “I mean at least my sister always had some pain killers on standby.” “Can we change the subject?” “She said the cramps were like having someone scrape the inside of her belly with a meat cleaver.” “I’D RATHER NOT THINK ABOUT PIDGE’S BLEEDING UTERUS LANCE”
Lance is quiet for a moment. “I’m gonna go entertain her,” he says.
Shiro watches him leave. The door slides shut. He shudders in horror.
Back in the Period Room, Coran has been exiled for telling Pidge that a paladin of Voltron could surely handle some measly cramps.
All is peaceful. In the background, we hear the sounds of Hunk preparing a meal in the kitchen.
Suddenly, Lance’s head emerges slowly from behind Keith’s sofa. He narrows his eyes at Keith. Pidge watches this without a word.
Lance produces a random feather and uses it to tickle Keith’s earlobe. Keith tugs at his earlobe, but he doesn’t turn. Pidge smiles.
Lance’s head appears again. This time, he gives Keith bunny ears. Pidge coughs to hide a laugh. Keith frowns at her, paranoid, but when he looks behind him nothing’s there.
Lance’s head again. This time, an air horn. He raises his eyebrows. Pidge shakes her head as subtly as possible. Lance nods. He counts down with his fingers. Three. Two. Pidge covers her ears. One.
Keith: MOTHER F—- *TACKLES LANCE*
Pidge dies of laughter while Keith shakes Lance vigorously and Lance laughs along with Pidge
After her cramps have subsided, Pidge thanks everyone for being supportive of her (in their own ways). But she and Lance can’t look at each other without cracking up for at least a week.
“Where are we even going?” “Omg Pidge would you just shut up for like, five seconds? We’re almost there.” “Maybe I just like the sound of my own voice, Lance. Not everything is about you, you know. Maybe I’m just–”
“…This is what I wanted to show you.” “…oh.” “Happy Birthday, Pidge.”
It’s Pidge’s birthday so obviously I had to draw SOMETHING.