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[tempredmental]

WHO: Keith, open to all
WHERE: Around the village
WHAT: Not!Kid Shenanigans
WHEN: During the New Tick stuff
WARNINGS: None right now

Snowball Fights Around the Village

This wouldn't be the first time Keith had been turned into a kid, honestly. It wasn't even the first time it had happened to him with his memories intact. But, it did make it an even two-for-two on memories vs no memories...

Why was he keeping count?

He huffed a sigh, watching some of the other off-worlders who'd been turned to kids enjoy the snow instead of being scared at being kids with no idea where they were. Unless some of them still had their memories like he did, and they just wanted to have fun.

Honestly, Keith was tempted, too. But, even when he was actually still a kid, he'd tended to hold back from things like this. Maybe, if the right person came along, he could be convinced to join in...]

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Giftmas

Keith also didn't exactly go running to the barn to pick up a gift. The idea of getting them was still something he tended to not think about too often until-

SMASH!

The front door was bashed open and a couple of boxes were dropped inside. He stared for a second, mildly concerned, but then remember the gifting stuff from last year.

Right. That was a thing here.

There were two boxes with his name, so... he picked up the smaller one first. It was easier to handle at his current size. When he opened it, he immediately recognized the journal/sketchbook that Shiro in Drift Fleet had given him, the pen still neatly tied in the lacing like the last time he'd left it. He quickly opened it, thumbing through the pages. It was there... his sketches, his notes... not everything was related to clues and things from Drift Fleet. There were some more personal sketches and things in there, too. The further in one got, the more sketches of Lance there were...

Keith smiled slightly, a soft nostalgic look.

Once he'd poked through it enough to satisfy himself for now, he gently put it aside and then went to try opening the bigger box. Inside was his red Paladin armor from Voltron. He gasped a bit in surprise, but was honestly glad to have it. Running around without it had been feeling a little risky, to be honest. He'd gotten used to having it or his Blade armor at least, even in Drift Fleet. He hadn't had either one since arriving in Temba, and he still didn't exactly feel right without it during potentially dangerous moments.

Did the Agrii just give Keith license to do crazy things?

Maybe...

Comments

Snowball Fights

[doubled_speed]

Okay, listen. If there was one person Tommy was certain should have known better about the chocolates, it was Keith. It was in Noth, as children, that he and Keith had really started to connect. And now as he walked through town, bundled up, he catches sight of that one familiar kid.

Tommy snorts and moves to stand by the kid. Will Keith even recognize him? Probably not. But he still stands by the kid.

"You don't want to join the fight, kid?"

[tempredmental]

Keith wasn't expecting anyone to approach him, but then again, he probably should have expected otherwise. It wasn't like he looked all that different. Plus, he was currently stuck as a kid. No one wanted to leave a kid alone and on his own, right?

Except, this time, Keith wasn't really a kid. But, this was also Tommy, so... he'd play along.

He glanced back and then scoffed a bit, rolling his eyes.

"Not really."

[doubled_speed]

"Why not? Not a fan of the cold?"

Of course Keith wouldn't be a fan of the cold. He's from the southwest. It only made sense.

"Doesn't hurt to bond with other people your age. They won't pick on you or some shit."

[tempredmental]

The comment about being picked on did kind of fall a little weird into Keith's subconscious for a moment, because he had a history of that, but he'd grown a lot since then. Still, though... He did kind of frown a little, tapping into that memory for a moment.

"Yeah, right. It's not like I fit in."

And really, he'd always had trouble with that. It was funny what a mystical bond with robot lions could do for group dynamics when it came to fitting in.

But it wasn't hard to play that card when he still had those old memories...

[doubled_speed]

"I think you'd fit in perfectly fine. So maybe you should join in. Show them how cool you are."

Come on, he's trying to be helpful for you kid.

[tempredmental]

Keith just snorted, rolling his eyes a little.

"Right. Sure. I could just throw it at you, instead. You're closer..."

Though, he knew he didn't have a chance to actually hit him.

[doubled_speed]

Really? Tommy snorts.

"Good luck with that, kid."

[tempredmental]

"Hey, I'm pretty good, you know."

Keith crossed arms, hoping he had a good enough pout on his face to sell it.

[doubled_speed]

He's definitely selling it so far.

"Prove it then?"

[tempredmental]

Keith had a feeling Tommy was setting him up, but fine... if he was going to keep this going, he had to act like he didn't know Tommy was a speedster.

"Fine. I'll show you." He scooped up the snow as quickly as he could, knowing he probably didn't have a chance here, but he was still going to try. He didn't even know which direction Tommy might move in to dodge, so... best guess? He threw it towards Tommy's right, just in case.

[doubled_speed]

Oh no, Tommy's still completely clueless. And he was hoping to impress the 'kid' with his speed. The snowball comes up, goes right, and Tommy moves left around and behind Keith.

"You're pretty good with that."

[tempredmental]

Well, this was totally backfiring anyway. Tommy didn't even let him get the hit. He huffed, crossing his arms.

"That's not fair, dude," sounding a bit more like an adult for the moment. "You have super speed."

[doubled_speed]

Of course he isn't going to let him get the hit. Cold sucks.

"Yeah, isn't that cool?" he says with a smile.

Snowball

[the_tailor]

[It's definitely not the first time this sort of thing has happened, but to be honest, Lance always finds it hilarious. Especially when he hasn't been affected (yet, anyway). The fact that Keith at least has retained his memories is a relief; while Lance has a lot of experience babysitting and loves to take care of kids, Keith usually tends to be...a surly youth, to say the least.

Still, he keeps an extra eye on his temporarily pint sized husband, because if something happens, Keith's self defense abilities have obviously taken a hit. After taking Oliver for a walk (because apparently otters like walks sometimes, or at least his weirdo one) and brief play in the snow, he heads off to find the man in question.

Thankfully, he doesn't take long to find him. And...well. He looks at the snow. Looks at Keith, who hasn't noticed him yet.

There are some things he can't resist, no matter the situation.

Which is why Keith will shortly find a (smaller than usual) snowball tossed in his direction.]

[tempredmental]

[Seriously... Keith was just minding his own business, watching some others play in the snow, mostly keeping an eye on Link, since someone didn't have his memories of Temba, and then this?

Lance already knew that Keith's memories and mental state were intact and that only his body had been changed this time around, so he couldn't play it up like he had with Tommy.]

Hey! Come ooon... [Yes, he actually whined a little, which was very convincing in his de-aged voice.]

[the_tailor]

[Absolutely adorable. Lance grins at him.]

What is it, Keithy?

[tempredmental]

Don't.

[Keith pointed at Lance.]

Just 'cuz I'm small doesn't mean I suddenly like nicknames.

[the_tailor]

You act like this is the first time I've called you that.

[He strolls up to him, unable to help from ruffling his hair.]

[tempredmental]

That's my point. [Keith growled in his silly pre-teen voice, rubbing at his hair after Lance did. It didn't change how neat or messy it was either time. It just felt better than the lingering sensation of someone mussing up his hair.

He huffed.]

This isn't fair. I thought you had some of the chocolate, too.

[the_tailor]

I was gonna, but then Kosmo started harassing me so I had to put the chocolate away. Y'know, chocolate being bad for dogs and stuff.

[Safety first!]

[tempredmental]

[Sigh.]

Whatever.

[Yes, Keith was grateful Lance hadn't given Kosmo any of the chocolate, but it just felt like the multi-verse was doing this to just him on purpose.

He lowered his gaze to the snow for a moment, still visibly pouting, but in a pretty swift movement and an attempt to make himself feel better, he swiped his hand through it just enough to get as much as he could hold at the moment and smooth it into Lance's face. And oh... it's filled with glitter.

Keith chuckled.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance's reflexes are normally good, but not having expected Keith to do that, he gets the full hand of snow to the face. He yelps in surprise at the sudden cold.]

The quzinak, Keith!

[A pout, and he wipes the snow best he can off his face.]

[tempredmental]

[Lance's reaction just got a shit-eating grin in return.

Yes, Keith was proud of himself. No regrets.]

Hey, you started it.

[the_tailor]

You brat.

[He swipes up some snow himself, smushing it into Keith's hair.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith finally just laughed, and then went low on Lance, wrapping his arms around the other's waist in an attempt to push him over. Even small, Keith was still pretty strong, probably because that Galra DNA.]