"I think it's time for a bigger place," Lance said, brushing his teeth at the kitchen sink. Shiro was blearily shuffling around behind him, searching fruitlessly for the coffee pot.
"My cabin's the perfect size for us," Shiro argued, squeezing around behind Lance again and opening the fridge.(more) Lance spat in the sink and raised an eyebrow at Shiro, before turning and pointing toward the table shoved up against the wall behind them.
Shiro rescued the coffee pot from the table, and glumly swished the dregs around in it. "Who didn't make coffee?"
"I made coffee," Lance said. "Our house guests demolished it before you were out of the shower." He kissed Shiro's check in passing, carrying his toothbrush with him. Shiro sighed and put more coffee on to brew. He heard James yelp when Lance opened the door to the bathroom to put his toothbrush away before opening the front door and stepping outside, onto the shallow porch.
"Coffee thief," he said, accusatory, as he sat beside Keith.
"Early bird gets the caffeine," Keith said, mug in one hand and phone in the other. He swiped something off his screen before looking over to Shiro, who had let out a soft noise when he sat. "You okay?"
"Fine," Shiro cracked his neck. "Slept bad though, Lance was kicking so much I think he made the team."
Keith made an amused noise into his coffee. "Seals excited to have legs, who would have thought."
Shiro sighed. "Lance wants a bigger place."
"If we're imposing-" Keith lowered his mug, and Shiro held up his hand.
"Not at all," he said firmly. "But Lance is right, this place is too small. I just don't know what to do about it, I love it here." Shiro leaned back on his arm and sighed.(less)