Pidge screamed as a Darknaut's sword cleaved into Link's side and took her remaining hearts. GAME OVER flashed on the screen as Link lay at the floor of the Cave of Ordeals.

"It's okay," Hunk patted Pidge's shoulder. "You beat five Darknauts in a minute. That's still awesome."

Pidge just squeezed her fist in the air and stared hard at it. "When you've stayed up 16 hours but still can't beat that level…"

Lance cackled and slung an arm around Pidge. "Yaaas, meme queen, slay. Some Darknauts. Cause we ain't stopping for shit."

"I don't get it," Keith deadpanned.

Lance raised his fist and clenched it tight. "When your boyfriend can't appreciate your talents."

Keith shoved Lance off the bed.

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"Dude!" Lance yanked Keith down. "You'll blow our cover!"

Keith huffed. "I can't see through these bushes!"

Lance snorted. "More like you can't see through your emo bangs."

"At least my hair has volume. Your's looks like a cow spat hay on your face."

"OH MY GOD–"

"Lance!" Pidge hissed, pulling on his shirt. "Look!"

The three of them spotted their target, who was standing awkwardly by the entrance of a cafe with his hands behind his back and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He looked nervous.

"What's he doing?" Keith asked, eyes squinting.

"Doesn't look like he had to help his dad," said Pidge.

Then, the door to the cafe opened, and out walked Shay.

The three of them held their breath, watching Hunk push a humble bouquet of flowers in front of the surprised girl.

Keith heard Lance react before seeing him get up. "Ohhh," Lance was saying, "'Shay and I are just friends' my ass!" Keith watched Lance leap over the bushes as Pidge crawled right through them.

"What are you doing?!" Keith hissed after them, but it was too late.

"AYO, HUNK!" Pidge shouted gleefully, startling the budding couple.

Lance tugged on the front of his white button down and… started singing. "WHY THE FUCK YOU LYYYYIN'?!"

Keith facepalmed and hoped Hunk and Shay didn't notice he was there, too.

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Pidge's voice came through his headseat. "Red Lion, 3 o'clock."

Lance turned around, eyes already adjusted to the dark room of their laser tag arena.

Keith stopped coming towards him. He narrowed his eyes at him. "Lance, we're on the same team."

Lance aimed straight ahead. "When I like you but Young Metro don't…"

"Are you fUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

His team lost. But his meme team won.

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"Lance, Pidge," Shiro began, sitting them down at the table. "We need to talk."

Pidge sputtered. "Me? What did I do? Lance is the one always starting drama!"

Lance stopped drumming his fingers on top of the table. "What?! I haven't made fun of Keith's hair in like, a week. Besides, he doesn't actually mind. It's just a thing we do. Right, babe?"

Keith closed his eyes and took in a long, slow breath.

"It's not about that, Lance," Hunk said. "It's… Well." Hunk looked to Shiro.

"It's… your shared sense of humor," Shiro supplied. "It's getting to be a little…" Shiro gave a thoughtful pause.

Keith pounded the table with a fist. "We're saying quit it already with the fucking memes," he growled. "It's piss-poor humor and they're getting annoying."

"Oh," said Lance. He looked at Pidge. Pidge look at him.

The two of them frowned, then slowly faced the rest of their group and spoke in perfect unison:

"We came out here to have a good time, and we're honestly feeling so attacked right now."

Keith flipped the table.