pidge: “you know, if we wanted, we could probably commandeer the castle comms to play screamo music” hunk: “well i mean yeah but literally why would we ever want to do that”
pidge: “…” hunk: “…”
they do it
they Gotta
hunk is the good cop, pidge is the bad cop
refer to delicate scientific instruments as “the thingy,” ask for the other to get the thingy, somehow the right thingy is always retrieved
*pidge builds anything* hunk: “I Must Touch It”
hunk legitimately can’t handle how small pidge is
“i could crush pidge with a hug, lance. a hug. that’s. that’s so messed up” “hunk are u ok”
hunk: “where’s lance” pidge: “…i thought it was your turn to watch him”
pidge stands on hunk’s shoulders to reach tall things
“guys maybe we should head back. pidge’s been dissolving social constructs for the last two hours and i think i’m actually starting to agree, which is definitely a bad sign”
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