klanced:

Shiro: What are you doing?

Lance: I’m writing my will, duh.

Shiro: Lance, you’re only 16. Why would you need a- Oh.

Lance: What’s up big man?

Shiro: Lance, are you scared about… dying out here? In space?

Lance: I mean like, yeah, I guess. Anything could happen to me out here, and my family would never know. It makes sense that I write them one last thing, just in case, you know?

Shiro: Yeah. I do know.

Lance: But I’m also writing a clause or whatever that’ll order my descendants to Ouija-board me on my 420th birthday so we can turn the fuck up.

Shiro: Huh. That’s not a bad idea.