i'm lame, so i'm gonna give you a dialogue prompt i'm stealing from pinterest. you can choose the ship! prompt: -"are you even listening?" -"yes, it just takes me a while to process so much stupid at once."
@lykezoinks (I get back from my game to see a message~ sorry I didn’t see this sooner. I feel like that level of salt belongs to Pidge. Pidge and Lance bonding with Klance if you squint.)
The quiet of the common room hadn’t lasted long for Pidge. It had been broken as soon as Lance sprawled across the couch with his head propped against a pillow beside her. He draped one leg across the back and one arm moved through the air as he talked. Pidge was squished to one side with her computer settled comfortably in her lap, eyes on the screen and only half listening as Lance carried the conversation.
“It’s like he doesn’t even notice, Pidge. That shot I made when we were fighting that robeast yesterday was dead on. I mean, I may not have taken down as many enemies as Keith but my fighting style is all about precision and panache! He’s always getting after me about something. I can do just fine on my own thank you very much.”
Pidge made a noncommittal noise that Lance took as a sign of assent. He took a deep breath before he continued, this time his expression pinched in frustration.
“So what if he’s always doing cool junk like flying through asteroid fields or black holes, it doesn’t give him the right to harp on me. And when I do something cool he can’t be bothered to give me a compliment or even recognize I did something awesome. How hard would it be? Oh Lance, that was amazing! You really saved my ass out there, you looked so cool.”
Lance raked a hand through his hair and smirked as if his poorly imagined Keith had delivered real praise. Pidge wondered if he imagined scenarios like that one often. “Pidge, are you even listening?”
The sound of clacking keys stopped and for a moment there was silence between them. Pidge looked over at Lance and arched a brow.
“Yes, it just takes me a while to process so much stupid at once.” The silence stretched for a beat longer before Lance pushed himself up from the couch with a gasp and clasped a hand dramatically over his chest.
“Savage, Pidge. Why—”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Keith isn’t really a compliments kind of guy. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t recognize your talents, Lance. Besides, maybe you should try giving him a compliment or two before you expect anything in return. Since you know, he’s always doing cool junk, right?” Pidge’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk as Lance turned a faint shade of red.
“No way, I am not saying… that was just…” Lance trailed off, at a loss for words. Pidge resumed typing on the computer and turned her eyes back to the screen.
“Maybe I’ll let it slip at breakfast tomorrow.” Pidge didn’t even need to glance over to see Lance’s mortified expression as he leapt off of the couch and bolted towards the door.
“Don’t you dare, Pidge! Nope, I am not talking to you anymore.” Lance turned on his heel and left the room with an usual amount of grace despite the embarrassment painted across his features. When the door slide closed with a soft swish, the room was once more blessedly quiet.
