Physical Contact
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Lance scrambled to turn the water off in the sink. “No! No no no!” He felt his face get hot and tears well up deep in his throat. Some would call him overdramatic but these were what made Lance… Lance.
Now they were gone.
His blue colored contacts were washed down the drain by accident. They fell out of his careful hands when he tried to put him in.
“Okay okay… maybe nobody will notice?” He reassured himself and left the bathroom feeling naked.
He passed Pidge and waved at her exceedingly nervous as she looked up from her tablet. “Oh hey, Lance.” Pidge said nonchalantly and went back to typing as if nothing was wrong. ‘That’s good.’ Lance thought and continued to walk until he got to the dining hall and found Keith and the mice chowing down on some goo.
“Keith.” Lance said in his usual ‘I hate you with a burning passion’ tone.
“Lance.” Keith retorted in a ‘matter of fact’ way. They stared down each other before Lance remembered what he was doing and looked away quickly. “Ha! I won!” Keith gloated and flung some goo at Lance.
“Why you-”
“Good morning Paladins~” Coran floated into the room happy as a… well as some naturally happy thing from Altea. His eyes shifted over to Lance when he was just about to say something else. Then he stopped. “Lance what happened to your-”
‘Oh no! I’ve been found out! I’m a monster! A traitor! A LIAR!’ Lance screamed in his head looking down and preparing for the worst of the worst.
“-hair…?” Coran finished. “Did you do something new?”
Lance completely forgot to do his hair after his routine was thrown of by LOSING HIS CONTACTS. His messy bed hair was probably a new sight for everyone.
“I thought you were gonna say something about his eyes.” Keith spooned some goo in his mouth. Lances head skipped like a million beats.
“Oh I noticed I just didn’t think it was worth mentioning.” Coran shrugged. “Anyway, I must be off, this ship isn’t going to steer itself!” And just like that he was gone. Lance stood dumbfounded and vulnerable.
“So what… your eyes aren’t blue huh.” Keith mumbled.
“No… I wore colored contacts.”
“Well you’re still ugly so I don’t see the problem.” Keith shrugged.
“I know you are but what am I?” Lance retorted.
“Ugh. Get lost. Nobody cares about your eye color. You’re still you. The same stupid self.”
Lance felt that he should thank Keith like his mamma taught him but he is his rival and Lance will never give Keith that satisfaction.
“Thanks mullet.” And with that he left. His brown eyes sparkling in the light.