This is so short I'm so sorry :( Have some kind of High School AU science project crack/fluff~

Lance's fingers tugged at his own hair, and he stared at Pidge, who was too busy tearing apart his DVD player to notice.

"What do you mean you dropped Pidge?" he asked. "When did-? How did-?"

On the other line, Hunk released a huff of air. "Lance, buddy, I'm sorry, okay? It was an accident, I swear."

Lance shook his head. "I'm, uh, sure it was? Hunk, man, I'm really confused. I'm looking at Pidge right now, and they seem to be fine. Unless that's why you're calling, 'cause they snuck out of the hospital or something. But their head definitely isn't cracked."

There's silence on the other line, and Lance taps his foot as he waits.

"Hunk?" Lance called. "Buddy, you okay?"

"You thought I was talking about Pidge."

"Yeah," Lance nodded. "That's what you said. You said, and I quote, 'Lance, holy quiznak, I just dropped Pidge, and it cracked.'"

Pidge looked over as he finished his statement. "Who dropped me? And did you just call me it?"

Lance waved his hand in a noncommittal gesture and turned his back.

"Dude," Hunk sighed. "I'm never letting you name the science projects again."

"Science-?" Lance choked. "Hunk, you broke Pidge? That was my last chance to raise my grade!"

Behind him, human Pidge yelled, "no one dropped me!"

"I tripped!" Hunk defended. "Besides, we can just get a new egg."

"But that was my favorite egg," Lance insisted. "I put a lot of thought into the name."

"You only named it 'Pidge' because I wouldn't let you name it 'Pidgey,'" Hunk reminded. "Besides, we would have had to risk the egg cracking anyway. We would have had to throw it out of tree to see if our cage thing held up."

"I can't believe you're saying this right now," Lance whined. "We raised Pidge from the carton. The carton, Hunk. We were practically the poor things parents."

"Oh my god, Lance."

"Our one responsibility, to love and protect-"

"I'm hanging up now."

"What are you two talking about?" Pidge demanded, now trying to pry the phone from Lance's fingers. "Give me the phone, Lance."

"Knock it off, pipsqueak," he said, stepping away. "Hunk, don't you dare hang up on me. You have broken - no, you have cracked this family, and we are going to fix it."

"Did you just make an egg pun at me?" Hunk asked. "Now you're taking it too far."

"You dropped Pidge!"

"No one dropped me!"

"Lance, if I get a new egg for the science experiment, and I let you name it Pidgey, will you please calm down," Hunk begged. "Geez, Lance, it isn't the end of the world."

Lance pretended to think. "I suppose that's fair," he decided.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, Hunk."

There was a click, and Lance wasn't entirely sure his friend had even heard him.

"What were you two talking about?" Pidge asked. "No one dropped me."

Lance only rolled his eyes and turned back to the DVD player that was left in pieces. "I'm going to drop you if you don't fix my stuff."

"That doesn't even make sense," they huffed, but set about cleaning the destroyed DVD player anyway. "If you and Hunk created a code or something-"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it," Lance assured, pulling up his messages and typing a text to Hunk.

Don't drop this one.