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Vivacious Meraki

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“Who are you drawing fanart of this time?” Pidge asked the question from the other end of the small couch, not lifting her circle-framed amber eyes from her phone. Her short legs shifted from where they lay overtop Keith’s in the middle. Keith glanced up from where he was intently drawing on his drawing tablet. “Who said it was fanart?” he asked. “I guessed,” Pidge responded with a shrug.

“Sunshine and Robots,” Keith answered, returning to his drawing as his giant husky, Kosmo, sniffed at his arm from the floor. “Oh? Would it happen to be of Lance?” Pidge asked, her voice holding a teasing tone. Keith scowled at her and growled, “Shut-up.” Pidge made an innocent face. “Me? Whatever did I do? I simply asked a question.” Keith’s rolled his eyes, ignoring his best friend in favor of changing the subject.

“How are things going with building Robert?” Pidge frowned at him as he added the final details onto the drawing he’d been working on for the past hour. “ Rover . At this point, you might as well stop butchering the name, I know you’re doing it on purpose. And things are going well. I should have his programming done in the next month, assuming things don’t suddenly pick up at the Garrison.” Keith nodded, setting his drawing pencil on the table. “Great. Gimme a second to upload this and we can go to The Ramen Spot.” Keith walked over to his laptop after saving his newest drawing to the cloud. He uploaded it to his website and his social media’s, adding the caption, “Fanart of my favorite band, Sunshine and Robots. My hand hurts so badly after this.” After adding the appropriate tags and uploading everything, he turned back to Pidge. “Let’s go.”




“That was delicious,” Pidge said, patting her stomach. Her box of leftovers had been put on the counter next to Keith’s, and they had returned to the couch, Kosmo curled up in between them. “Let’s watch some documentaries. I heard about this new one that’s supposedly really good, so I’ll pull it up if you get snacks.” Keith stood up, stretching momentarily. “Deal.”

He walked into his tiny apartment kitchen, pulling two bags of popcorn out of the cabinet and throwing one in, setting the clock. He pulled out his phone, deciding to check what people were saying about his newest piece. He opened Light, his favorite social media app for his art because it allowed likes, comments, tags, private messaging, following, friends, and also had special groups to make it easier for people to find what they were looking for. Scrolling through his notifications on the app, he read the comments.


A good boi: Your art still gives me chills woah

Kittenlover82893: What is this fanart of?

Misskiss: Um, Sunshine and Robots? Only the greatest band ever?
Cows: Hnnnnn someone save me, Lance is already so hot bUt In YoUr ArT sTyLe


Lifehacks: Dude, this is so good. Your art+my favorite things=a good day.


He never replied to his comments, although they were fun to read. However, as Keith scrolled, he came across a different notification. It was about a private message. Curious, he clicked it. He did a double take when he saw who it was from. He thought he must be seeing things wrong, but when he rubbed his eyes, it was still there. Lance McClain was written in the bubbly letters of Light’s font where the messenger’s name appeared, and message in the same script but on a blue bubble sat right under it. Some quick investigation proved that the account was verified and had the amount of followers and subscribers you’d expect for the band. All the pictures and everything on their other accounts could be seen. This wasn’t a scam; this was the real deal. Keith’s breath caught and his heart dropped.


LoverboyLance: Dude! The art you drew of us is great!

KnifeKeith: Thanks so much!


As soon as Keith sent the message, he ran back to Pidge. “Oh my god, Pidge, Pidge, Pidge!!!” Keith skidded in front of her as she tossed the remote down. “What?” She looked exasperated. “Check it out!” He leaned over the back of the couch to show her his screen. Her eyes widened. “You sure it’s real?” Keith nodded frantically. “Keith! That’s crazy!” Keith opened his mouth to agree when the phone vibrated in his hand. He squeaked, making Pidge snort. He hopped over the couch back, landing next to Pidge to read the response. He vaguely heard her ask, “What’s it say?”


LanceyLance: Sorry for not making this a comment on your post. Figured it’s explode your notifs.

LanceyLance: I’ve actually like your art for a while, you’re really talented.


Keith screeched, turning to Pidge before grabbing her shoulders, shaking her as he shrieked, “PIDGE!!! PIDGE HE LIKES MY ART!!! PIDGE, HE THINKS I’M TALENTED, HE’S LIKED MY ART FOR A WHILE OH MY GOD PIDGE ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!?!?!?!?” Kosmo looked slightly afraid at the outburst. Seeming disgruntled and a bit annoyed, Pidge fixed her glasses. “Yes, I am seeing this. Now are you going to keep screaming at me or are you going to respond?” At that comment, Keith immediately picked his phone up, thought for a moment, typed out a response, hesitated, hit the send button, then dropped the phone and curled up to scream into a pillow.


KnifeKeith: Woah, really? I’ve liked your music for ages haha.


“Relax! And go get the popcorn!” Keith was unceremoniously shoved from the couch by Pidge. “Geez! Fine, you gremlin!” He stood, phone in hand, and walked to the kitchen. He pulled out the first bag of popcorn and put the second one in, setting the timer once again. He glanced back at his phone as he waited for the popcorn to finish.


LanceyLance: That’s super cool dude!

LanceyLance: It took me forever to work up the courage to contact you lol.

KnifeKeith: Seriously?

KnifeKeith: You’re my favorite music artist, I would think it’s the other way around.

KnifeKeith: Well it is the other way around too but

LanceyLance: Yeah, I know what you mean.

LanceyLance: You’re super chill, though. Totally worth it.

KnifeKeith: Thanks. You are too.


Keith, having been so immersed in his conversation, jumped when the microwave alarm went off, fumbling to keep from dropping his phone. He picked up the popcorn bags and took them into the living room with Pidge, throwing the cool one at her. “Ready?” Pidge asked. “One second,” Keith said, looking back at his phone.

LanceyLance: Well, I’ve gotta head out now, but we should talk later.

LanceyLance: You’re super nice.

LanceLance: Bye!

KnifeKeith: Thanks, you too!

KnifeKeith: Bye!


“Done?” Pidge asked, eyebrow raised and sarcasm in her voice. “Yeah,” Keith sighed happily as Pidge hit play.

Throughout the entirety of the documentary, a warm, happy feeling filled Keith’s chest, and it stayed until he curled up in bed, Kosmo at his feet, and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.