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The Altea Art Institute, the University of Olkarian, and the Marmora Institute of Art are three honorable art schools in the urban New York area. The three of them are also international schools and this has led Lance McClain to the position he is in as of two months ago - in a poor, unprosperous apartment where he has Allura as a roommate (or flatmate). Somehow... they have made a home, a home where the floor bleeds ramen and pens and a home where love inheres. Keith Kogane, a lovely young man, contests this composed dream.

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Lance comes out of the bathroom. He showered, so his hair is wet and in his pores rests an €80 ambrosia wash from Paris (Allura goes there often). In his glamorous skin and in boxers, Lance moves into the kitchen.

And...

Keith is in his kitchen.

Keith is bad, he's a bad guy. The way he drains his glass of green tea is bad and the way he looks to Lance is bad too. His grey eyes are bad. His red lips are bad.

"Allura isn't home," Lance says.

"Right."

Lance, in a poor mood, moves farther into the room and as he reaches for a glass himself, Keith sees the tattoo across his back.

"Horimono," he says.

"I lived in Japan for two years, Altea has a contemporary art course there," Lance says. In those two years, he assumed said tattoo.

One moment of silence.

"I was needled to death. The woman was in her 20s, she was adorable and I should've given her my number."

Two moments of silence.

Keith commences, "You lived in Japan for two years... for a course in contemporary art? Why not Kamakura?"

Three moments of silence.

"So, when will you leave? Soon?"

"I'll leave whenever Allura comes home."

"Ten seconds? Three hours?"

"No idea."

Lance is sick of Keith being in his apartment. Keith is bad, he is a terrible person. Blue eyes look to the man of poison and the air brews in a way of war. 

Lance leaves Keith in the kitchen and moves into his bedroom where he then texts Allura.

- - - Lura - - -

Keith is in the apartment

I'll be home soon, we're going to get mochi

Keith is bad

Get me some of the blue ones

Keith is good

He is very bad

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Lance paints Keith and he has no idea why.

He paints his eyes.

He paints his hair as black water expands across the paper.

Then he paints red cheeks and red lips.

It’s very good.

“You’re in love,” Pidge says.

“I’m not in love.  Keith is terrible.”

“Allura paints me often," Romelle says (to back Pidge).

"His eyes are grey, they are my muse."

"A muse correlates to love and positive emotions, Lance."

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Lance dreams of those grey eyes.

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- - - Rom - - -

Where are you guys

Marmora

And yes

Keith is here

Come home

He is a DEMON

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Keith, for some reason, dreams of blue eyes. For some reason, his brain presents to him an amiable grin and brown earthy skin. When he sleeps, a loud young man is there... for some reason.

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 - - - Demon - - -

allura says you painted me

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- - - Pidge - - -

lance

i need some pasta

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A green samurai settles on his paper. Lance and Allura come into the room.

"Marmora is a labyrinth."

"Lance, you're too loud."

"Pidge is out of the city so I have to babysit Lance for the afternoon," says Allura.

"I'm not a kid."

"Keith, you look annoyed. I'll go get some mochi again." She often mediates as if she were a princess.

After she leaves, Lance moves over to Keith.

"She was right, you look very annoyed," Lance says as he grins.

"I need to paint this guy for a course by 4:00 PM."

"So, you're in a snafu and anxious?"

"Yes."

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Allura isn't back yet, Keith moves his cheek into his hand.

"You have tofu cheeks," says Lance as if it were some ingenious idea.

Keith looks mad and it's adorable.

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Lance has a good eye for colors so, in the end, he is of aid. Keith wasn't anxious anymore.

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The ramen and pen apartment is in garboil.

Paper is everywhere, paint is everywhere.

Allura, Romelle, Lance, Keith, and Pidge in one room was a terrible idea.

Keith looks to Lance and sees his hand move in marvelous ways. "Voltron" is on the paper as some kind of ex libris.

"Lance, you go to one of the best art schools in the world... and you painted a cyborg cat?"

"My man, Keith, this is my best art yet."

"It's good," Keith says and laughs. Lance sees a dimple appear on his cheek by his eye as if one silk thread was kindly sewn into his skin and set.

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Listen, Keith isn't a bad guy. Everyone sees him as a lovely person and Lance, who has a massive brain, has figured this out.

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Keith paints some bamboo.

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Keith sees Lance as a good guy and whenever Allura has him over (when Lance is there), emotions are unearthed.

The soil parts and trees move in marvelous ways.

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Lance has a room. In this room, there is a bed and on said bed are two boys.

Keith moves his head to the song (Makeda by les Nubians) as he looks to a One Punch Man poster and then a framed 1940 watercolor of Batman.

Lance is in a good mood, somehow. He's also anxious as those grey eyes move to him. They move to him often.

"I need to go, I have an 8:00 AM tomorrow," Keith says. He looks sleepy.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Lance." Blue eyes look to grey eyes and Keith might've battled death right there.

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In bed, Keith dreams of Lance. He dreams of his laugh and his poised grin. He dreams of his red cheeks when he blushes. He dreams of his hands. He dreams of his lips and the way he is so kind.

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Lance dreams of Keith. He dreams of his dimple. He dreams of his lovely eyes and his jet black hair. He dreams of them together in his bed. He dreams of his milky skin.

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Loud rain pours and Keith comes into the apartment, the apartment of love. When he sees Lance, his brain paints images of his umber skin and naked figure. Blue eyes grasp grey eyes. He needs him.

Fuck, he needs him.

Keith moves into the home in a composed and sensuous way.

"What if... you kissed me?" he says and it's so intimate, so known, Lance has to. He'd love to.

"Lovely idea." Lance moves his hands to red cheeks and they kiss. The intention becomes amorous as Keith reposes his head for Lance to move over him more.

"Bed," Keith mumbles...