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Keith pov

I watched as Asher was doing busy work. He was humming, his hips swaying. I got up and walked over to him. "Whatcha doing ash?" Asher jumped, hearing me. "Oh, fixing scanners," he smiled. I looked closely at him and noticed some grey. White? Hair on the back of his head right where his fluff meets the shaven part. I wonder if it's the altean genes. I poked it, he put his hands on the desk. "Keith, please don't..."I raised an eyebrow. "You have gr-" he sighed, putting his face in his hands. "I know my family has a habit of going grey," he sounded tired and agitated about it. "And with the latest genes since my altean grandma had white hair." I poked it again, and he just lay on the ground. "Please stop Keith," I blinked. I guess he really doesn't like it being pointed out. "Your hair looks like an Oreo or a cookie," he looked at me. "The fuck Keith?" I shrugged and walked out, confusing him on purpose, payback for stealing my gloves yesterday.

Lance pov

I hear Asher say 'the fuck Keith,' and I see Keith smirking, which is bad. "Keith man, whatcha do?" he looked at me and pointed to a part of his head. "Asher got grayish-whitish hair around here," I blinked. "He does? Isn't he like our age?" I asked. He nodded, smiling. "He doesn't like people pointing it out." I sighed. "So you poked it, didn't you?" He nodded, smiling. Keith's revenge isn't as bad as me. "Man, that's cold. Asher isn't gonna be happy about this later," he shrugged again. "He ain't gonna hurt me." I shook my head. It's true. Asher is a medic. He doesn't want to hurt people, but medics can do serious damage if need be, hence being called a medic, not a healer. At least that's what Asher told me. "I guess so." I'm not gonna tell Keith Asher is most likely gonna cut his shirt.

Next day

Shiro pov

I hear Keith yell "The fuck?!?" I sighed and walked over, seeing Keith's black shirt was now a crop top. "Shiro, did you do this?" I shook my head. "No, but it seems like a Lance or Asher prank." He got an oh man face like he knew why and who did it. "What did you do Keith?" he groaned, face flaming. "It was Ash. I poked his grey slash white hair." I facepalmed. "Keith, no. You can't just do that to Asher man. He's sensitive about that stuff!" He looked guilty. Later, I saw Keith looking at Asher's waist. "Keith, don't-" he put his hands around Asher's waist. "Have you been eating Asher? You're as skinny as Lance." Keith asked as Asher's face went full-on red. He kinda looks like he was short-circuiting. "Um Keith, maybe you-" Keith looked at me, tilting his head confused. Lance walked in and looked at Keith and Asher. "Um, what's going on?" he asked. Keith's hands were still around Asher's waist. "I think Asher isn't eating much. I mean, look, my hands fit around his waist," Keith said, in a matter-of-fact tone. Lance looked at Asher. "Yeah, you're breaking Asher man. I mean, look." Keith looked at him. I laughed because Keith is clueless. Lance looks pissed, and Asher is just a blushing mess.

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