Tailor is already working on climbing down the tower, "You coming, silver?"

Keith looks down at the ground and takes a deep breath. His frying pan is tucked under his arm, hair already looped through the hook, he is ready to go but he's still scared. "Look at the world, so close and I'm half way to it. Look at it all, so big do I even dare?"

Keith turns around and looks at his painting, chewing softly on his bottom lip, "Look at me, here at last! I just have to do it. Should I? No... Here I go."

Keith takes a deep breath the tosses himself over the edge. He can't help the laugh that escapes him as he falls, but before he hits the ground he stops himself, panic clawing its way back into his chest. He calls upon the strength he knows he has and slowly lowers his bare feet to the ground. The grass is soft and lush against his skin, and he laughs again, "The grass, the dirt, just like I dreamed they'd be. Just feel that summer breeze, the way it's calling me."

Keith runs over to the small river, he's always wanted to be close to it and now, well, now he dips his feet into the stream, "For like the first time, ever, I'm completely free."

Keith notices Pidge on his shoulder happily. She hardly ever leaves the tower, and his chest hurts in a pleasant way knowing that she is already happier here. Keith runs, picking up speed, as he heads toward the exit of the clearing, "I can go running, racing, dancing, and chasing. Leaping, and bounding, hair flying, heart pounding, splashing, reeling, and finally feeling like now is when my life begins."

Keith grins, "I can't believe I did this. I can't believe I did this!" The smile instantly melts off his face, "Oh god. I can't believe I did this. Father would be so furious."

Keith shakes his head and goes over to where the stream leaves his clearing, he can hear Tailor behind him now, "That's okay. What he doesn't know won't kill him, right?"

Keith drops to the ground by the water, "Oh god! This would kill him!"

Tailor groans behind him and Keith gets his shit together before running off towards a hill a little ways away. He runs down it and kicks over a massive pile of leaves. Keith laughs loudly, "Hey, this is pretty fun!"

He stops to rest against a tree, and reality spirals back down on him, "I am a horrible son. I have to go back."

Keith then sees another hill, coated in sunlight, he can't stop himself from running toward it and cartwheeling down it. He feels totally bizarre, his hair flowing behind him as his body rushes down the hill, "I am never going back!"

When he reaches the bottom Keith can't help but curl in on himself, "I am a despicable human being."

Keith is near tears when Tailor sits down beside him. The man clears his throat, "You know, I couldn't help but notice you seem a little... At war with yourself here." "What?" Keith questions, looking over at Tailor.

Their eyes meet briefly and Tailor stands, "I'm only picking up bits and pieces. Over protective father, forbidden road trip, I mean, this is serious stuff. But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up! A little rebellion, a little adventure, that's good! Healthy even!"

Pidge lands on Tailors shoulder and he brushes her off, to which she squawks at him loudly for.

Keith smiles a little bit, "Really?"

"Definitely! You're way over thinking this, trust me. Does your father deserve it? No. Will this break his heart and crush his soul? Of course! But you just got to do it!"

Keith can feel his eyes widening, "Break his heart?"

"In half."

"Crush his soul?"

Tailor squeezes a berry for emphasis, "Like a grape."

"He would be heart broken. You're right."

"I am, aren't I?" Tailor presses a hand to his chest, "Oh no. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm letting you out of the deal."

"What?"

"That's right!" Tailor grabs Keith's frying pan and grab Pidge from the rock too. He ignores her angry cursing, "But don't thank me. Let's just turn around and get you home!" Tailor hands him the frying pan and sets Pidge on his shoulder, "I get back my satchel, you get back a father, son relationship based on mutual trust and voila! We part ways as unlikely friends." "No!" Keith shakes him off, finally coming to his senses, "I am seeing those lanterns."

"Oh come on! What is it gonna take for me to get my satchel back?"

Keith levels the frying pan with Tailors face, "I will use this."

The sound of something snapping in the forest echoes towards them, and Keith jumps onto Tailors back without even thinking about it, "Is it ruffians? Thugs?! Have they come for me?"

Out of the bush pops a small rabbit and Tailor arches a brow, "Stay calm. It can probably smell fear."

Keith laughs and lets go of Tailor, dropping back down to the forest floor, "Sorry. I guess I'm just a little bit jumpy."

Tailor smiles a little, adjusting his jacket, "Probably be best if we avoid ruffians and thugs though."

"Yeah." Keith smiles in response, "That'd probably be best."

Tailor frowns for a moment, then smiles again as an idea strikes him, "Hey, are you hungry? I know a great place for lunch!"

"Where?"

"Oh don't you worry. You'll know it when you smell it!" Tailor pulls Keith along behind him by the frying pan.

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Hey guys!!!

So I hope you like the new chapter and wait for the next one in the friday.

So a question. What is your favorite Voltron character?

~Pam