( so, it kind of goes without saying that ending up in really, really random places has kind of been his lot in life since he'd left earth for the first time — maybe a murdercave isn't the weirdest place he could have ended up, but it's definitely near the top of the list. it isn't earth ( at least, he's ninety-nine-point-two percent sure that it isn't ), which means he's going to need to do some wandering around to get his bearings, and if you know anything about this kid right here, you'll understand that that's a pretty bad idea.

but not because he doesn't have any navigational skills. he has those! it's just that he sometimes is possessed of some of the worst luck known to man, and.

the arrival of the anti-santa just kind of adds to that.

he's used to seeing strange-looking aliens, so at the very least he doesn't like. startle himself into a freakout or a panic attack or something else equally lance-like; he does blink a few times, though, like he doesn't really believe what he's saying and the christmas monster just stands there, staring back at him. maybe both of them are waiting for the other to make the first move, or maybe krampus hasn't made his mind up yet about the paladin, or maybe this entire scene is just a heck of a lot more comical than it has any right to be.

is anyone really all that surprised, given the one that's just come through the door, because if you are? you shouldn't be. ) Okay, you're big and scary-looking, I can respect that. ( lance, are you trying to … talk to krampus? what the hell is wrong with you?

he rubs at the back of his head. ) But if you're just gonna stand there looking intimidating, I kinda have other things that need doing. ( like maybe trying to find his friends? or something. he doesn't have time for this.

even though that's a very keith-like line of thought. maybe the dude is rubbing off on him a little. )

( going to bed in a strange place is an interesting thing all on its own, but he can't exactly say when he wakes up the following morning that he hadn't gotten some good rest. it's odd, like, really odd waking up without that feeling of urgency he's been conditioned to react to, and this place might be odd all on its own, but it's a different kind of odd. not what he's used to, but that kind of goes without saying.

it's a nice morning, all things considered. he moseys around the new place, takes his time in waking up like he hasn't really been able to ever since becoming a paladin ( alarms and all that, there are always going to be memories of being shocked awake by drills too early in the morning back on the castle-ship, and the memory of that alone brings about a pang of nostalgia he's not entirely prepared for, because it seems like forever ago ) and he eventually moseys his way outside, stretching his arms above his and greeting the new day with a nice, big, exaggerated yawn.

until he sees it.

CARGO PILOT. in giant, bold letters across the front of the place, and he's both stunned and confused enough at first that it takes him a second to react. ) What the quiznak!?

( he stares at it, blinks, stares some more. looks so many levels of incredulous that it's almost funny, because his eyes are wide as dinner plates and it looks like he might be well on his way to having a stroke.

because that's just rude. that was a thousand years ago it doesn't matter now he's a paladin of voltron and excuse whoever did this??? )

( choose your own adventure, there are no wrong decisions here. )