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[ though team voltron's journeys usually see them operating from within occupied galra territory in order to liberate the star systems within, a set back has led them to seeking allies that exist beyond the reaches of the empire.

planet baxaria is one such place, a home to the proud baxans as well as the few war time refugees that are able to make it to this side of the universe. intel would suggest the baxa have thus far avoided direct confrontation with the galra empire which they chalk up to their superior technological might, but in reality may have more to do with central command channeling its resources towards fighting voltron than maintaining expansion on an otherwise low resource frontier.

right now, exactly none of that is going through keith's head because for some reason, he's gotten himself in the predicament of having to be the princess's date -- or not date rather.

see, the idea had been to initiate talks with the baxa in order to see if they're willing to join the coalition. keith had left the diplomacy part of it to those who were better at not running their mouths, but then talks of a gala event had come up and evidently the baxa were fond of solidifying alliances through marriage.

understandably, allura was not.

none of that really explains why the princess had asked keith in particular to attend the event with her. honestly, at the time it'd confused him too much to fluster over it, but the nerves had started catching up to him fast when he realized he would have to wear an altean styled suit.... minus the fancy hat. he was not putting that goddamn top hat looking thing on.

the whole situation doesn't feel real. even as he and the princess make it up to the steps leading towards the large star shaped building where the gala is being held, keith thinks any second now he's going to wake up from the strangest dream he's ever had.

he turns to look at allura, then looks away again just as quickly as a faint blush dusts his cheeks. ]

I uh.... [ get it together. ] You.. [ look nice? is he supposed to say that? it's true, but -- [ ... You ready?

[ swing and a miss. ]

marmoron

[ After what feels like years spent trapped in the Garrison's medbay to keep him and his concussion under observation, Keith is delighted to finally be discharged with a clean bill of health. No activity restrictions, no more whitecoats giving him exasperated looks when he asks about when he'll be able to leave. nothing to stop him from heading straight to the training facilities.

Freedom, in other words, feels great. Though there's plenty still on his mind with regards to the Komar-mecha that had appeared out of nowhere at the end of their battle with Sendak, for now there's nothing much he can do about it but speculate. Relax, everyone had said and maybe they've all earned it. For the first time in a long time, there aren't Galra cruisers hovering in Earth's orbit, no ion or Zaiforge cannons pointed at their home planet.

Still. How is he meant to relax when his body feels off from being in bed rest for the last week or so? Wanting to get right back into training to help keep his focus sharp, he enters the facility and activates his bayard. He's a little out of practice with it, considering his time away from the team, and he's determined to find just the right flow with his old weapon in his hands.

Even when he's doing nothing more than going through the motions of overhead strikes, blocks and parrying, his time sparring with Krolia has lent his form more precision, his movements as sharp as his sword. Not too long into this, however, he has to pause because there's someone standing by the doors. Keith straightens up, offering a smile and a nod in greeting. ]

Hey, Lance. They finally let you out today, too?

marmoron

[ The sting of teeth puncturing his skin isn't exactly pleasant, but it's become about as familiar to him as the warm sensation of Lance's mouth on his neck. On some level, Keith realizes he should have never let himself become intimately acquainted with either of these things, but that's the hazard of having a vampire for a best friend.

Probably.

But it's becoming increasingly difficult to deny that he's starting to enjoy it in ways that are guaranteed to make things awkward between them. Shifting slightly to try and take his mind off of how his skin is tingling where Lance is sucking on his neck, Keith lets out a soft sigh. ]

Lance...

[ He tenses up immediately. Shit -- he did not mean to say his friend's name moaned like that. ]

marmoron

[When the occupants of the room open their eyes, they find themselves inside what appears to be a typical hotel room, except that it's got a weirdly red ambiance to it. The bed is comfortable, and there's a well stocked mini bar with snacks and drinks both alcoholic and not. There doesn't seem to be any electronics around, no TV, no phones. The bathroom, should they explore, is well stocked with various toiletries and other necessities. The view outside the window doesn't say much about where they are -- it's pitch black outside and that could mean any number of things that no doubt will lead to hours of fruitless debate.

What probably sticks out the most though is that the two people stuck in the room are identical. How'd any of this happen? Does anyone know?

Keith certainly doesn't.

Should they test the door to try and get out of their predicament, they'll find they're locked in. There's a curious little message taped to it however.

LOVE YOURSELF

Is that some friendly advice? Instructions? Who knows...

In the meantime, however, this particular Keith jolts upright in bed staring wide eyed at the person next to him.]

What the--

[Starting things off right.]

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