a day in the life of the voltron force

"Eww. This is disgusting. Is that butter?" Pidge poked the rice and shuddered. "It's an affront to nature."

"Okay, I'm lost." Hunk scooped up some of the rice and put it on his plate. "It looks fine to me."

Pidge sighed. "How can you even say something like that? Rice isn't supposed to have separate grains! It's not supposed to fall down at the slightest breath. It's supposed to stick together, in a happy clump so you can pick it up easily with your chopsticks." He shook his head in disgust. "This--this isn't rice. This is just sick."

Hunk rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. It's just rice. Now move, you're blocking the line." He nudged his small friend. "Don't forget the ice cream."

Pidge gave Hunk a Look. "Do you honestly think I'd forget something as important as that?"

"Hey, you never know." Hunk grabbed an apple from the bowl, and dropped it onto his tray. "Okay, Pidge, I want you to promise me that you will never let me play poker when I'm drunk, ever again. Especially when it leads to having to buy the others food."

"But you just look so funny!" Pidge dodged the half-hearted swipe and stuck out his tongue. The pair paid for their food and made their way into the green room, balancing the loaded trays in the rush of the crowded hallway. Hunk pushed the door open with his shoulder, holding it open for his smaller friend.

"Foods here."

Lotor and Sven looked up from the table, broad smiles lighting their faces. "Finally," Lotor groused. "Did you shoot the bleeding animal and butcher it yourself?"

"You want food, you get it yourself next time," Hunk shot back.

Sven rolled his eyes, then jumped up and grabbed the tray from Pidge as the young boy stumbled on a hump in the carpet. "Careful. I wouldn't want to have to send you back to get me more ice cream."

Pidge snorted. "You only love me for my food fetching skills."

"Not at all. I love you for many reasons. The fact that you bring me food is just one of the little perks of our relationship." Sven smiled and dropped a kiss on Pidge's unkempt curls before sitting down at the table once more. "You know you're my favorite little munchkin."

"I prefer 'Vertically-challenged' thank you very much. " He sighed. "Talk to me that accent of yours, Sven?"

"Vat, zis one?" Sven grinned as Pidge shivered in delight, dropping back into his normal speaking voice. "You're too easily impressed, you know that?"

"But it's sexy!" Pidge sighed and squirmed his way into Sven's lap. "Think you have time to ravish me?"

Hunk beamed Pidge with a roll. "Can't you guys wait until we're done for today?"

"I dunno. I could go for some ravishing now," Lotor said softly. He blushed at the look Hunk shot him. "Just saying, y'know, that a little ravishing now and then isn't such a bad thing."

"You want to be ravished?" Hunk grinned. "That we can do. It's just...Pidge and Sven...That's not, exactly, a visual that I want. But you--I think I can deal with that image. I think I can deal with that very well." Hunk glanced at Sven and Pidge who were busily locking lips. "Besides, I don't think that those two will notice."

As Hunk finished speaking, the two disengaged, Pidge pushing Sven roughly away and gagging. "Oh, sick." He glared at Sven. "You had some of that rice, didn't you."

"Well, I was hungry." Sven sighed as Pidge began to squirm his way out of the older boy's lap. "Oh come on. It's just rice."

"It is not 'just rice'. That stuff they serve in there is an affront to rice, that stuff is just a cheap imitation of what rice really should be. Rice is perfect in and of itself. There shouldn't be any need to add anything to it other than soy sauce, or the natural sauces of the food you eat it with. You shouldn't add butter, or herbs or spices. Rice should be left alone, and cook so each grain sticks to each other. It should--mphm!" Sven latched onto Pidge's mouth stopping him in mid-rant. When he finally released the other, Pidge was more than a little dazed and disheveled.

"What do you have to say now, Pidge?"

"Please, sir, I'd like some more."

"Hey guys." Keith wandered into the Green room, wincing slightly as his broken arm hit the door. "What's for lunch?"

"Um, brown stuff, grey stuff, rice that Pidge claims is an affront to nature, and some sort of ice cream." Hunk ticked off the items as he surveyed his mostly untouched tray. "I think that the brown stuff is a meat dish."

"Great. I knew I should've brought a lunch." Keith looked down at the table and picked up a fork. "Anybody using this?"

"Nope."

"Oh good." Keith stuck the utensil under his cast and began moving it around, soft sighs of pleasure coming from his mouth. "Oh God that feels good. Oh yeah. Oh--oh yeah."

Hunk snickered. "Should we leave the two of you alone?"

"What?" Keith had a blank look on his face for a minute before his blushed, then sighed. "Sorry. The worst part about having a broken arm is you can never reach the itchy spots."

Hunk snorted. "It's your own fault for wanting to do your own stunts."

Keith rolled his eyes. "Well if Lance hadn't distracted me--"

"Did I hear my name?" Lance strolled into the room, a messy lipstick mark on his cheek, and a very large hicky on his adam's apple. He was sporting a broad grin and the after-glow that occurred after particularly satisfying sex.

"Put your ego away, boy, we weren't talking about you."

The P.A system crackled to life before Lance could reply. "Would the cast of 'Voltron: Defender of the Universe' please report to sound stage seven immediately."

Lotor sighed and stood. "Guess the lunch break's over."

"Yup." Hunk grabbed his jacket. "High ho, high ho, it's back to work we go."

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