(26) Takashi

                                    

                                          
Lance's P.O.V:
                          
   Shiro sat down between me and Keith, a new beauty blender in hand and the concealer he used on me from previous videos we did together and went to work on my face. "Oh Lance I should have you listen to these newer songs that recently came out later! Try to remind me after we're done to send them to you." Shiro exclaimed, and traded the beauty blender out for concealer. I could tell Keith was intrigued by what Shiro was doing, and how easy he made it look. "He looks so cute in that hat.." I muttered, and I didn't realize I even said it until Shiro smirked and looked behind him at Keith. "You're right Lance he does look cute in that hat!~" Shiro teased, and patted Keith on the head before he turned back around to me. 
                          
   Keith looked away from us, and even though his face was out of view I knew he must be embarrassed.  "Close your eyes so I can do your eyeshadow." Shiro stated, and reached for a dark blue and a sparkly light blue eyeshadow. Then grabbed black liquid eyeliner and black mascara. I closed my eyes and knew whatever look he was doing on me was going to look amazing. "I'll tell you when you can open your eyes." Shiro told me, even though this isn't my first time having him do my makeup. 
                          
   I felt sensation of his soft makeup brush going over my eyelid and then to the other, and could tell he was going for a blended look. Then I felt the liquid eyeliner, and  Shiro did his signature cat eye. "You need to open your eyes now so I can do the mascara." Shiro explained, and I did. When he put the mascara brush near my eye, Keith looked freaked out. "Why are you trying to stab him in the eye!?" Keith shouted, grabbing the arm Shiro was using to do my makeup with. Shiro turned his head to him and chuckled. "No, no I'm not trying to 'stab him in the eye'. This is for eyelashes, not stabbing out eyes. Though it does happen by accident once in a blue moon." Shiro explained, and Keith reluctantly let go of his arm and went back to watching. It was sweet that he tried to protect me though.
                          
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   "And we're done!~" Shiro said as he handed me a portable mirror. "Oh wow, you've really out done yourself!" I said, as I stared at my reflection. "Keith it's your turn!~" Shiro gushed, clearly excited to be able to do makeup on someone new. Shiro applied, concealer and then when he went to gather the 3 purple eyeshadows off the coffee table, he seemed to realize something when he looked back at Keith. "Your eye shape is almost exactly the same as mine.." Shiro mumbled, and then he shook his head. "Close your eyes." Shiro ordered and Keith hesitantly did as he was told, probably still scared his eye will be 'stabbed'. 
                          
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  Shiro now only had mascara to do last. "Do you h a v e to do that part??? I don't want my eye to get stabbed by your weird brush thing Takashi!" Keith protested, leaning away from Shiro. "It finishes the look! Im not going to hurt you Keith!" Shiro tried to reassure him, but failing. I took the mascara brush from Shiro, and made him sit where I was so I could sit beside Keith. "What if I did it? Would that be okay? You trust me right?" I asked, and Keith slowly nodded. "Look up if you have to, but don't blink." I explained, and Keith held my free hand in both of his. "Ok." He mumbled and looked up at the ceiling, then I took the brush and finished what Shiro started. 
                          
   "There, all done! See you're fine Kitten~" I said, and gave the mascara brush back to Shiro. "Thank you for the assistance Lance.." Shiro mumbled with a sigh of relief, and I nodded. I handed Keith the mirror and he looked at his reflection as if he couldn't believe it was really himself he was seeing. "I'll see you all next time my loyal guys, gals, and nonbinary pals~" Shiro said with a quick wave, then walked over to the camera and stopped the recording. As Shiro started packing up his makeup into his bag, Keith went over and helped him. "You dont have to help me, I got it." Shiro said, but Keith shook his head no. "I want to Takashi." Keith mumbled, as he gently set more makeup into the bag. Shiro smiled at the kind gesture. Once they were done Shiro zipped up the bag and started turning off the extra lighting we used to record. 
                          
   "Keith can you come help me in the kitchen?" Hunk called from the kitchen. "Be right there!" Keith replied and scampered into the other room. "Sooo Shiro why is Keith calling you Takashi?" I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Oh that? I'm not trying to steal your omega if that is what you're trying to ask." Shiro said, turning to face me. "Then what is it? Why let him, out of all of us call you Takashi?" I asked pointedly, crossing my arms. "I'm not quite sure how to put it... He's like a little brother I suppose. But that may just be the whole 'alphas have an instinct to protect omegas in their pack' thing." Shiro answered with a shrug as he started putting the recording lights back into the closet.
                          
   Shiro looked at me and jerked his head in the direction of the kitchen. "Go see what he's up to, I'm surprised you didn't follow after him in the first place." Shiro whispered with a wink, and took his makeup bag with him down the hall and probably towards his room.
                          
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   I poked my head into the kitchen to see Hunk and Keith putting together Blts, with a pile of them already on a large plate. Pidge is sitting on the counter, drinking a Mtn dew and watching them work. "How come you didn't ask me for help Hunk?" I whined, but already knew the answer. "Because last time you 'helped' you completely ruined our meal and I had to restart after I kicked you out of the kitchen. How do you even manage to burn spaghetti?!" Hunk retorted. I gave him a shrug, and he turned his attention back to the sandwich he was putting together. I walked up behind Keith and rested my chin on his shoulder and watched him work.