Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender I. You have to be joking me. I did pay rent!
[He tries to bang on the door loudly several times to no avail before giving up with an exasperated groan. THIS IS DUMB. Never mind that he really was short before rent day, maybe spent too much elsewhere that particular month... and probably tried to pay with some of the less than sparkly konpeito in the jar to make up for it. No luck there.] Great. What now, hit a job board or something?
Guess I'd better get moving if I don't want to sleep outside.
III. [Even for one of the so-called defenders of the universe, with plenty of good deeds under his belt to fill a jar, it feels almost inevitable for Keith to have one of those bad days, where the unusual nature of this situation doesn't exactly help matters and the konpeito shift to match. That's what he thinks must be the cause, anyway, feeling his mood sour, gnawing at him enough that it's hard to ignore. Most may not necessarily see a difference between "grumpy" and "extra grumpy" Keith, but... well, he knows himself enough to feel it. Enough to try to shove it deep deep down, staring at the jar with a frown mixed with all the negative thoughts floating to the forefront of his mind.]
I get it. [He sighs, half grumbling, sitting in a somewhat less conspicuous spot outside ideal for brooding.] Thing's a real stickler for the cosmic balance.