Eenie Meenie

No Clever Chapter Name, Just Gay Space KIds

A/N- Should I start naming the chapters Percy Jackson/Magnus Chase style? Thoughts?

{Lotor POV}

Lotor leans back into his chair, a loud groan escaping his lips. He's had to deal with so many new guards in training today, and their incapability to listen to even the most simple of demands has left a high amount of stress on his shoulders. The reason that he was personally training the recruits was unknown, but he knows it's some test of Haggar's. That witch is always testing him, making sure he is "truly" fit to rule the empire. If he had more power, he would properly dispose of the witch. Even though her other tests are unsavory, he is pleased that he can shape these recruits. He can keep them less blood thirsty than the other Galra soldiers. He absent-mindedly wonders if Lance would be proud of him. 

Almost as if thinking of him summoned him, the screen lights up with an incoming message from Lance. Lotor startles, and scrambles to accept the call, while attempting to make himself look presentable. As he calms down, Lance's face fills the screen. 

"Hey Lotor! I-uh- hope you weren't busy doing anything, like-uh-galaxy domination stuff." Lance's face is turning redder and redder, amusing Lotor to a large extent.

"No, no, nothing of the sort, Lance. Tell me, how's the galaxy saving going?" Lotor chuckles as Lance slowly turns into a tomato. He them notices the large amount of products scattered around Lance. "Oh, are you doing your face mask again?" 

Lance smiles, and Lotor can feel his face flushing. "Actually, I wanted to ask you how you get your skin so beautiful? I was thinking I might be able to replicate your products to look as nice as you."

Holy Quiznack on a stick. Did- did he just call me beautiful?  I swear if I'm turning a dark purple right now, I'm going to fly into a field of xanthorium clusters. 

Lotor pats his skin, and frowns. "I don't believe I have ever done any of the procedures you do to cleanse your skin." Lotor looks back at Lance, and flinches at Lance's expression. "I apologize, did I do something to upset you?"

Lance sighs, and slumps in defeat. He then gets up, and marches around his arm. As he stops around, he mumbles, "Of course his skin is perfect natural! I thought that some fancy alien face cream enhanced his beauty, but no, he's just fucking hot! Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!"

Lotor is pretty sure that his face has gone completely eggplant color. In between what he believes to be human expletives, Lance had called him perfect, beautiful, and hot. He's glad the image appears to be poor on Lance's device, so Lance can't see Lotor sweating. After about half a dobosh, Lance sits down, still flustered. 

"I'm sorry for acting weird, I'm just..jealous.. you have such gorgeous skin, and I can only keep my skin looking so good with a shitton of proudcts. Please tell me you at least maintain your hair? I'm sorry, but absolutely no one can have that hair that perfect without doing anything."

Lotor perks up a bit. He actually puts a large amount of effort into hair maintenance, but no one has ever complimented Lotor on his hair. The only compliments he gets are on his ruthless murdering skills. "I do, actually!"

Lance smiles, and mimics wiping away sweat. "Phew! And you have to tell me everything you do."

"Gladly."

Later

"And that's all I do." Lance has been hanging onto Lotor's every word, fascinated by the elaborate hair procedure Lotor executes. "Ah, quiznack! I'm low on the cream."

Lance slowly starts to speak, "Do they sell it at that swap moon?"

Lotor nods. "Yes, there's one store that sells every product I need. They also sell products for facial care, similar to your 'Sephora'." 

Lance quietly says, "What if you me-meet me at the swap moon, in uh, two quintants. We- could get your products, and swap bea-beauty tips. And, like, hang out. I'm already headed there, and like, none of the team is coming, so this isn't an ambush or anything, and that isn't really convincing, and I'm sorry-"

"I'd love to." Lotor cuts through Lance's babbling. "I would love to see you. In real life. I can meet you at about 14 vargas at the food court. See you soon."

A large, blissful smile spreads across Lance's face. "It's-it's a date."

Lance quickly ends the transmission, leaving Lotor alone in the room, blushing furiously. He quickly shoves himself out the room, yelling for Axca.

I'm going to need all the help I need.