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 Lance rotated his shoulders and let them pop after sitting his bag down on the carpet by his front door. The classroom had been loud and he was far, far too overstimulated to process anything his professor had said. Art History was actually incredibly interesting if you have the right teacher but Lance couldn’t get twitching cat ears and bushy tails out of his mind’s eye. He had only cared about getting home to make sure that Keith had kept his food down and to make sure his wounds were cleaned. After talking to his mom, Lance felt exceptionally better. She just had a way of curbing the edges of his mind that no matter how hard

 Brrzzt. BRRZZT. Brrzzt. BRRZZT. Furry ears perked at the noise coming from down the hall. The sound resonated through the entire apartment and it was starting to grate on Keith’s nerves and cause a headache. He groaned and tried to rub at his ears, wanting almost desperately to block out the noise. He pushed himself into a sitting position and blinked slowly, trying to wake up just a fraction more. The cat was on the ground, a blue and pink afghan pooling around his hips from where it fell off his shoulders. The material was scratchy but it was incredibly warm. The cheap beige carpet was hot from his body heat but there was a signifi

 Cleaning the Galra’s wounds had not been a fun way to spend the night but honestly, it was still better than the bullshit calculus his professor wanted Lance to complete. Math was stupid and the numbers don't make sense at least eighty percent of the time. Keith had been willing to let Pidge look at the bubbled and irritated blistering along his thighs with a bright flush high in his cheeks but it had been a complete up hill battle trying to get the kitten like boy in a bath. Keith was incredibly skittish, jumping with a hiss bubbling up on his lips at just about everything that moved. His ears flicked and were constantly on high aler

 “Don’t fucking poke him, oh my god. Pidge. What the hell are you doing?” Lance was pacing through the small walking space of his living room, wanting to pull at his hair. This was stupid. How could he of been this stupid? The Galran boy was on his couch, sleeping. The steady rise and fall of his chest was the only thing quelling Lance’s anxiety that the purple skinned male had died. That didn’t stop this from being a stupid thing, though. Like, yeah, Lance had just saved this boy’s life, but what fucking good would taking him out of that park do if he couldn’t feed the both of them or treat this kid