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~Love can either keep you afloat, or cause you to sink~ "Where did it come from?" Lance asked, eyeing the undeniably ugly penguin rolling around at his feet. "I don't know, but I have a name for it" "What?" A smirk graced Keith's face, "Lance" Lance McClain has worked with all kinds of animals during his volunteer work at Altea Aquatic Adventures; penguins, dolphins, killer whales......all capable of physically mauling him if provoked or simply in the mood for Cuban Cuisine. So it's normal for him to believe Death would come in the form of flippers and/or saturated lungs, hell, at this point he wouldn't be surprised if the damn dolphin Allura is training is secretly eyeing his legs like two long sardines (he's caught those beady eyes staring at him menacingly from afar). However, Lance does not expect a pair of violet eyes nearly masked by a mullet (who has a mullet anymore?) to be the cause of his slow and painful downfall. Especially since said eyes seemed to bore into the Cuban's thick skull like he called the boy's mother a Puta and kicked a puppy along the way. This is a story of two gay idiots who are hopelessly in love with each other (Also, Lance has no filter) #DoesHeKissHisAbuelaWithThatMouth!? Disclaimer: Contains swearing, cheesy pick-up lines, and LOTS of sexual innuendos (cause my mind is in the gutter) (I know this has been done before but I couldn't resist the chance of putting two gay shitheads in wetsuits, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife) (Pidge is a nonbinary salty child who puts up with nobody's shit) [Yes I use they/them pronouns] {See you guys in hell}
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