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Lance wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when he'd tagged along with Keith to the first few lessons. It was an alien education in so many more ways than just that belied, and not at all like the one he'd had on Earth. He could understand the words thanks to the translator, but there were so many new ones that he didn't know what to make of them half the time. Ideas and concepts he'd never heard of were brought up like they were common knowledge.
He learned an entirely new system for telling time.
He started getting to know the Blades too...sort of. Lance would frequently shoot winks or fingerguns by way of greeting, which definitely confused them more often than not. But he's stubbornly been trying to teach the gestures to Keith nonetheless, including high-fives and fistbumps.
Marginal progress had been made.
Outside of the academics was the physical aspect of training, but for the most part, Lance was still too weak to do much. He was able to jog lightly on the treadmill for a little bit, but Keith's gravity-defying stunts were still a long ways off for him. It didn't help that his appetite was abysmal, which he chalked up to it being space-meat. He knew logically it was all well and good, but he couldn't make it feel appetizing. Once or twice he forgot about meals entirely until Keith insisted.
Sleeping went better though. Lance had managed to sleep on his own for a few nights before the next bad dream hit, and then he was right back to sharing with Keith for a night. But it was...progress. Bits and pieces, here and there.
Today, though--today would be a big step for him. A return date to Earth still had not been sent, and since they weren't shipping him off to some refugee planet, Lance was getting a chance to test his aptitude. His strengths and weaknesses; see what he could do in a general sense. And even though he was still technically recovering, Lance was excited by the prospect--enough to wake up on his own, before Keith for a change.
He woke up with a start, grinning from ear to ear, and practically rolled off his bunk in his haste to scramble for his bodysuit.
He learned an entirely new system for telling time.
He started getting to know the Blades too...sort of. Lance would frequently shoot winks or fingerguns by way of greeting, which definitely confused them more often than not. But he's stubbornly been trying to teach the gestures to Keith nonetheless, including high-fives and fistbumps.
Marginal progress had been made.
Outside of the academics was the physical aspect of training, but for the most part, Lance was still too weak to do much. He was able to jog lightly on the treadmill for a little bit, but Keith's gravity-defying stunts were still a long ways off for him. It didn't help that his appetite was abysmal, which he chalked up to it being space-meat. He knew logically it was all well and good, but he couldn't make it feel appetizing. Once or twice he forgot about meals entirely until Keith insisted.
Sleeping went better though. Lance had managed to sleep on his own for a few nights before the next bad dream hit, and then he was right back to sharing with Keith for a night. But it was...progress. Bits and pieces, here and there.
Today, though--today would be a big step for him. A return date to Earth still had not been sent, and since they weren't shipping him off to some refugee planet, Lance was getting a chance to test his aptitude. His strengths and weaknesses; see what he could do in a general sense. And even though he was still technically recovering, Lance was excited by the prospect--enough to wake up on his own, before Keith for a change.
He woke up with a start, grinning from ear to ear, and practically rolled off his bunk in his haste to scramble for his bodysuit.
