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Evidently unbothered by anything going on to the left of her between Keith and Shiro, Katie stretched out further across the couch, draping her legs over Keith’s lap as Lance told himself not to notice. “So, where have you been all day?” she drawled out, blunt and intrusive. “Pidge,” Shiro admonished, eyes tired and forcing Lance to wonder what the hell a pidge was.












