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Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Keith/James
Rating: T
Length: 301
Summary:
"So were you ever going to tell me about this place?" James asked, running his fingers through the dust that had settled on the long counter. "Or were we just going to keep living out of my truck?"
"I didn't know if you'd be comfortable in a Marmora base," Keith said. He picked up a jacket that was thrown over a couch and pressed it to his nose before making a face and tossing the jacket back. He stopped when he realized James was giving him a soft look.
"That's sweet," James said, and smiled at him. "But I'm comfortable wherever you are."
Keith returned the smile, but then it faltered when he realized James had his hand on the handle of the fridge. "Uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
James looked at the fridge, and then back to Keith. "What," he said. "You forget a carton of milk?"
"Maybe," Keith said. "Maybe I haven't opened that fridge in two years."
James immediately released his hold on the door handle. "You're kidding."
"How long have you know me?"
"Not two years." James folded his arms. "It can't be THAT bad."
"If you want to open it, go ahead, but give me plenty of warning so I can exit the premises." Keith didn't actually seem like he was hoking, and James was tired anyway.
"So, what. We order a pizza?" He looked around. "Do any pizza places actually deliver here?"
"Pizza AND beer," Keith said. "There should be a take-out menu in one of the drawers. I'll go change the sheets on the bed before we get too trashed to do anything but fuck."
"What about the fridge?" James called after.
"Leave it. We'll torch it in the morning."
James couldn't tell whether or not he was joking.