[ Oh, don't remind him about how much Keith drank. He can already feel the hangover threatening at the edges of Keith's consciousness through the lion bond and he knows all of them are going to feel echoes of it through the day. He doesn't envy Keith that, no matter how much he can hold his alcohol. ]
Being part Galra didn't give him an iron liver or make him immune to hangovers, but hopefully it doesn't hit him too badly. How are you feeling?
[ Being reminded that lifting him is like lifting a bunch of grapes is something he's actually weirdly into so he doesn't cringe as much as he probably should. ]
Pidge is probably finally asleep or still awake but distracted. Hunk likely figured out last night that there was no way I'd be fit to run drills in the morning. The other two are probably going to be out for a while yet.
[ Keith, he trusts, to simply read the message and go right back to bed. ]
Still, I'll at least have the mice bring them all something to eat when they do all wake up.
[Convenient how there are four space mice for the four younger paladins.
She moves her hand from his knee, if only to brush back a lock of white hair from his forehead, which still feels a bit damp from his shower.]
As loathe as I am to see my team hungover, it was nice to see everyone unwind a little, even if it was a bit much. Coran was certainly having fun with your little contest. [A pause.] You owe him a ride in the Black Lion, by the way.
[ He's a little amused as he says it, leaning into her hand with a low, slow breath out. Post-hangover leaves him feeling gross, still a little fuzzy and like he's still over-warm despite his cool shower. ]
We'll see if he even remembers making me promise that.
[ Black'd allow it, though, and Shiro doesn't mind but the idea of driving anything right now makes his stomach twist. ]
Well, don't get particularly used to it. Tomorrow morning I expect everyone to be up bright and early.
[There's good humour to her tone, however, and as he leans his head into her hand, she lets herself linger for a tick. She feels an urge to fuss over him, perhaps because she so rarely sees him like this. She quite likes this sense of normalcy, that the team is tired from a night of drinking, and not over weary from battle.]
Oh, he'll remember. [She goes back to cupping her mug with both hands, taking a pointed sip.] He may be...older than he used to be, but it takes far more than alcohol to get Coran to forget a winning bet.
He'll be instructing you to barrel roll in no time.
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Being part Galra didn't give him an iron liver or make him immune to hangovers, but hopefully it doesn't hit him too badly. How are you feeling?
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[Because like it or not you Earthlings are light compared to certain other alien races like the Galra.
And even Alteans. To some extent.]
But I will make sure everyone has something to eat and drink. You were the first to respond to my message.
[She takes a pointed sip of her tea, pauses for a moment of playful consideration, and then:]
Me? Why, I feel fine.
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Pidge is probably finally asleep or still awake but distracted. Hunk likely figured out last night that there was no way I'd be fit to run drills in the morning. The other two are probably going to be out for a while yet.
[ Keith, he trusts, to simply read the message and go right back to bed. ]
I haven't done that in... well. A while.
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[Convenient how there are four space mice for the four younger paladins.
She moves her hand from his knee, if only to brush back a lock of white hair from his forehead, which still feels a bit damp from his shower.]
As loathe as I am to see my team hungover, it was nice to see everyone unwind a little, even if it was a bit much. Coran was certainly having fun with your little contest. [A pause.] You owe him a ride in the Black Lion, by the way.
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[ He's a little amused as he says it, leaning into her hand with a low, slow breath out. Post-hangover leaves him feeling gross, still a little fuzzy and like he's still over-warm despite his cool shower. ]
We'll see if he even remembers making me promise that.
[ Black'd allow it, though, and Shiro doesn't mind but the idea of driving anything right now makes his stomach twist. ]
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[There's good humour to her tone, however, and as he leans his head into her hand, she lets herself linger for a tick. She feels an urge to fuss over him, perhaps because she so rarely sees him like this. She quite likes this sense of normalcy, that the team is tired from a night of drinking, and not over weary from battle.]
Oh, he'll remember. [She goes back to cupping her mug with both hands, taking a pointed sip.] He may be...older than he used to be, but it takes far more than alcohol to get Coran to forget a winning bet.
He'll be instructing you to barrel roll in no time.