Coran: Why doesn't Keith work in customer service?
Pidge: Did he get fired because of his bitched out emo face?
Shiro: That and an older black woman called him baby and he broke down in tears.
Coran: Oh dear was he okay?
Shiro: Yeah, he mows her lawn every Saturday now and I'm pretty sure she's adopted him.
Lance is pretty much a two sided coin.
Lance, internally: You dumbass bitch all you literally had to do was read what even the fuck I would twist out your fucking fake ass matted hair snakes if I could you white hippie bitch.
Lance, externally with the sweetest smile on his face: Is there anything else I can help you with ma'am?
Pidge is the dog under the desk so to speak. Lance feeds her snacks while she waits under there since he's supposed to watch her while her dad and brother are out doing shit.
Pidge: Hey Lance, I'm going to the break room via vents, anything you want from the snack machine while I'm there?
Lance, handing her five dollars under the desk: The strongest coffee known to man, and do with the spoils of change as you will.
Allura is their manager/CEO of the company
Lance and Hunk are the "favorites"
Allura, walking into her office before stopping: I could fire you both.
Hunk, with his legs up on her desk along with Lance: You could but we're the only two that can handle Miss Thompson and wrap it up in under an hour so you kinda can't.
Shiro's the store manager.
He mostly comes into work, greets them, then leaves with black coffee to go back home and take a fucking nap.
Shiro, walking in to see everyone swamped with customers, kids are crying, the sprinklers are on, someone is yelling about a lawsuit, and the trashcan is somehow on fire: Good work guys, keep it up.
Keith kinda works behind the scenes restocking and grabbing packages and shit.
Lance can't function properly when he's tired af.
And because of this Keith's little gay heart does everytime.
Pidge: You should go ask Lance if he needs any help with returns.
-At the customer service desk-
Keith: Lance, need any help?
Lance, running on fumes and ready to pass tf out: Yeah sure babe, just get the ones by the corner and those other ones need to be put back in receiving.
Keith.exe has stopped working
Lance: Yeah, those in the back go to receiving sweetheart are you feeling okay? You look a little warm.
Keith, about to pass out: IM FINE
Keith, walking by Pidge: You are fucking evil.
