Oh heck, Lotor is here. Yet another fella for Lance to simp for.

Aaaand the Galra already has him swooning.

Is that so? Oh gosh - oh no - yep, he feels a heck of a swoon coming on. Yep, he's definitely falling over.

"Well hey there. Nice catch, Romeo." Okay, he'd forgotten how strong Lotor's arms felt, that's for sure.

Is it weird to be jealous of a car because it gets to have a mechanic's hands all over it? Nah, it's totally not weird. Not at all. No way.

// DON'T CALL ME OUT LIKE THAT

NOPE NOT WEIRD DON'T @ HIM

IT'S NOT WEIRD AND HE'S GONNA GO HIDE IN ANOTHER ROOM FOR TOTALLY UNRELATED REASONS DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE IT'S WEIRD CAUSE IT'S NOT

// HA

"Shit, don't tell Lotor I was being weird-"

WHO IS LOTOR?! He's only the coolest, smartest, strongest, sweetest, prettiest, sexiest Galra around! Er- So he's told, that is.

"I am too your brunette."

"You may not own me, but I'm yours any time you want me." Finger guns.

Walks his fingers up Lotor's arm. "As if it was ever a question."

"Maybe you should take me back to your place and make me."

"Trust me, I'm only beneath him when I want to be."

"Maybe I'll show you sometime~"

Does he need an umbrella? Lance could bring him an umbrella.