Ship: Pance if u want. I made it a brother/sister type relationship tho. BUT YA KNOW SWEET HOME ALABAMA RIGHT
im so sorry i swear im on crack- wait what
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Dear Pidge,
You're a genius. Like an actual genius. I know you are going to go to very big places (as if you hadn't already) and are definitely going to be a leader. You have so much going for you, so don't let me slow you down. Keep up the funny pranks you do, keep inventing new things, and please get some sleep. I love you space sis.
~Love, Lance
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Pidge groaned and chucked her screwdriver behind her shoulder.
"Wow, watch it you gremlin." Lance dodged the tool as he walked in.
"Sorry, Lance. I just can't seem to get this right." Pidge paused before turning around to look at Lance.
"Anyway, why are you here?" Pidge eyed Lance expecting some sort of prank.
"To keep my space sister company." Lance chuckled and sat down next too Pidge.
"Gross." Pidge turned her attention back to her project.
"Wow, I'm so offended." Lance grabbed his chest as if he had been stabbed.
Pidge laughed and put her attention to Lance again. She raised an eyebrow as to cue Lance to say what he wanted.
"Okay, okay." Lance put up his hands in defeat. "Wanna have a video game marathon?" Lance grinned.
"Hell yeah!"
Pidge ended up winning, but that didn't seem to bug Lance too much.
"Love ya, gremlin!" Lance hugged Pidge before leaving. Pidge huffed at the nickname.
"Love you too, goofball."
"Bye, Katie." Lance left the room before Pidge could reply.
Something about Lance's word's made Pidge feel queasy. Maybe it was the fact he said her real name, or his tone of voice. It felt like he was saying goodbye forever in a way. Pidge ignored her gut feeling and blamed it on lack of sleep.
Afterall, where could he possibly go? Its not like he was dying.
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Man I'm in an angsty mood today
Love you guyzzz