Pidge was, frankly, done. After Shiro was revived by Allura, and things settled in, she believed nothing else could go odd or out of the ordinary before she got back to Earth and started on rebuilding the Castle of Lions with Coran and her father.

She should have known.

The thing about living in a lion, a relatively cramped space of steel and metal, is that you don't get much sleep. Pidge was okay with this. She had many sleepless insomnia ridden nights, and she had coped with them fairly well. If anything, it helped with her productivity rates. Most of building the cloaking device progress was done at times she was supposed to be asleep, and to the rest of the team, she was.

The others, she quickly realized, did not have that under their belt. They had to have constantly have their helmets on, courtesy of Princess Allura. She was rattled up over the whole Prince Lotor occurence, and Pidge couldn't blame her. They had all been fooled, and it must've been hard to know the person you were growing to love was murdering the remainder of your species. She got it, but that did not make the circumstances better.

The comms were located on the sides of their helmets. The only way to activate them were to push a button on the outside of the helmet. This placement had caused some... Disturbing situations, to say the least, to be brought to light. When someone were to lean their head, sometimes the button would be pressed by the object supporting their head. This mostly meant that loud sounds of snoring were heard all night, blasting in the awoken paladins' ears. Allura, though annoyed, insisted on keeping the comm line open, in case of emergency. Rest assured, Pidge had gotten no sleep those nights. Of course, it got worse.

Men, well, were men. Pidge had learned that a long time ago. Being whirled into a men's dormitory in the Garrison had taught her many things, and showed her many things she hoped she could forget. Lance was the instigator of many of those moments, so it was no surprise when Lance suddenly started moaning about Allura over the comm in his sleep. The only ones up were Pidge and Keith. Allura had went to sleep a while ago, thankfully, so Pidge didn't have to take over any explanations concerning the lewd noises. She was fairly sure she would give the reins to Keith if the situation ever got to that anyways.

"Hm? Lance? Lance!" Keith yelled, trying to wake Lance up through the comm. Pidge opened her video line and broadcasted it to Keith. Her glasses were crooked, and blue light sorrounded her face, along with a faint blush. The trash floofs were sleeping on her shoulders. Her face was exhausted.

"Don't try, Keith. I've had to live with the guy. If his bed was on fire he wouldn't notice it." She sighed, looking down momentarily to continue typing. "We have to, y'know, wait it out." Pidge looked up, shrugging.

"Wait; so we have to listen to him moan all night?" Keith asked, horror filling his expression. She almost laughed, barely supressing a giggle.

"Unfortunately. I mean, it's not the whole night. Just part of it. You learn to tune it out. Before it was about Jenny, now Allura." She shuddered in disgust before closing her computer and yawning. Keith's expression morphed into one of concern.

"You getting enough sleep?" Keith asked, taking off his jacket.

"You already know the answer to that question." At Keith's confusion to her sarcasm, Pidge rolled her eyes and said, "No. I've, uh..." She trailed off, making a rolling hand gesture. "I struggle with insomnia. It's second nature at this point. Don't worry about me."

"How can I not be worried when the person in charge of making sure we don't explode in our lions is morbidly sleep deprived?" Keith asked, his face incredulous.

"A. I don't make sure of that, they were already explosion-proofed. B. It's not morbidly. I can still function without dying." She sniffed in indignation.

"Barely." Keith retorted, the cosmic wolf climbing onto his lap.

"Whatever, mullet." Pidge laughed, gently taking off the trash floofs and placing them in a doggy bed of sorts in the corner. "Point is, I'm fine."

"If you say so." Keith relented. He petted the wolf in silence before looking back up at Pidge. "Is he done?" Keith asked, his cheeks painted with a faint blush.

Pidge gave a calculating face before crossing her arms. "It's been about five doboshes. I sure hope so. If Allura wakes up-"

"Don't even mention that." Keith gravely said, sending Pidge into a roar of giggles.

This, unfortunately, woke up a certain Red paladin.

"Ay mios dios, what are you cackling at, Pidge? You sound like a hyena! I was having sweet dreams." Pidge rolled her eyes, turning off the video line with Keith, leaning back in her chair. "Oh, I know. We definitely know." Keith snorted over his comm.

"What do y-" Pidge could feel the paling of Lance"s face.

"My comm was on?" Lance asked carefully.

"Yep. So how was Allura?" Pidge asked, a wicked smirk spreading across her face.

"Mierde! Don't you dare ever tell anyone about this! Especially Allura!"

Pidge smiled, putting a hand on her head. "I promise, but I can't say Keith will."

"Keith's awake too?!"

Pidge sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. This was going to be a long month.