‘oh no this door is locked. however will we get past?’ keith, a part-time criminal: ‘not to worry’
they form a cheerleader pyramid with keith at the top cos he’s the smallest
kolivan: ‘why did you leave your team? they are your family are they not?’ keith thinking about the spider he found on his ceiling: ‘i just had to get out of there’
their ears wiggle when they sneeze
‘kolivan, when did you join the blade of marmalade?’
they have a duel where the winner gets to braid keith’s hair, because it’s the softest thing they’ve ever touched
marinade member: ‘what did you used to do on your old planet, black paladin?’ keith: ‘i uhhh…i used to collect furbies’
majorca member: ‘what are they?’ keith: ‘vicious creatures. feared by many and with a terrible reputation’
marmite member: ‘wow…so you were a great warrior?’ keith looking into the camera like he’s on the office: ’…yes’
keith gets his own blade of mango flannel pyjamas and fuzzy purple slippers
‘kolivan, did you know my mother?’ ‘yes. when she yawned she would also say the word yawn out loud’
keith gasping: ‘exactly like me’
keith teaches them a team chant which goes ‘i say mar- and you say -mora! mar-!’ every blade member yelling at once ‘marmora!!’
there are framed photos of thace, ulaz, antok, and regris in the dining room with the caption ‘rip in pieces’
keith doesn’t tie his bangs back because the Aesthetic™. at mealtimes the blade watches in amazement as his hair flies into his mouth and he struggles to spit it out for 40 minutes
‘i’m keith and this is my boyband, the blade of margarine’
he sits on their shoulders to reach shelves, because everything is taller than him
‘keith, do you have feelings for anyone on your team?’ ‘uh, kinda. you know lance?’ every blade member at once: ‘ooooooooh’
kolivan: ‘brothers and sisters, cease! we must not tease keith for his strong romantic attachment to the red paladin’ keith, cheeks pink: ‘thanks’
kolivan in a whisper: ‘you must tell me every single small detail’
they allow keith to fold their ears inside out
they formally introduce him as Keith Kogane, Black Paladin of Voltron, Warrior of Texas, Herder of Chickens
‘we are the blade of mustard and this is our small human son’
one morning he sees them spray painting their skin purple and bursts into tears