[They're strange and new for him, Hunk. Some part of him remembers the security and affection of his early childhood with his father, but even that was tinged with a weight and a sadness with his mother's absence. And after his father died... alone is what he knew. He was the loner orphan emo kid. Until Shiro. Until the Paladins.
So this is a new level of... something. But he likes it. And he doesn't want it to stop.
[Hunk's gaze roves over his face, his expression softening considerably. He'll stop jostling him but he stays where he is, content to let a comfortable silence settle, the full weight of tiredness beginning to creep in.
It's been a long day. At home. Now here.
And he's not hurt (nothing serious) but wow is he tired.]
[Keith falls quickly to quiet too. He's good at quiet, honestly. It's his natural state of being. But being quiet with someone else, that's newer. It's nice too, in its way. The silence is comfortable.
And Hunk isn't the only one exhausted. Keith hasn't stopped moving since he and his mother stumbled upon the Altean colony. His entire world has changed since then. Back with Voltron, back in the Black Lion. Shiro dead then alive. the Castle of Lions destroyed.
Keith is content to just slump and relax and all, but then his stomach chimes in, growling loudly. ...well in fairness he hasn't exactly eaten in days. Back home. And here. So.]
...feel like a snack? [Keith will find something to make. ...by make he probably means chop up.]
[Nope. Hunk sits, Keith will slip to his feet and go see what they have that is still good to eat. He finds some decent looking fruit that looks like it's still in good shape and starts with the slicing.]
I still think it's weird we show up with a truck load of new injuries, but wearing the clothes we were wearing here.
[And with no new swag. By all rights, he should have the black bayard with him at this point.]
[Slicing and dicing and he makes his way back over to where Hunk is sitting, plunks the plate of fruit down on the table and drops back to a seat with a sigh. Tired. Hungry.
Sitting still feels almost strange. Alien. Like his thoughts and the world are still rushing too fast around him.]
...seconded. I feel like it might be a different story around here if we had the Lions.
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So this is a new level of... something. But he likes it. And he doesn't want it to stop.
A laugh at the jostling.] Thank you, too.
[He means it, okay?]
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[Hunk's gaze roves over his face, his expression softening considerably. He'll stop jostling him but he stays where he is, content to let a comfortable silence settle, the full weight of tiredness beginning to creep in.
It's been a long day. At home. Now here.
And he's not hurt (nothing serious) but wow is he tired.]
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And Hunk isn't the only one exhausted. Keith hasn't stopped moving since he and his mother stumbled upon the Altean colony. His entire world has changed since then. Back with Voltron, back in the Black Lion. Shiro dead then alive. the Castle of Lions destroyed.
Keith is content to just slump and relax and all, but then his stomach chimes in, growling loudly. ...well in fairness he hasn't exactly eaten in days. Back home. And here. So.]
...feel like a snack? [Keith will find something to make. ...by make he probably means chop up.]
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Yeah dude. A snack would be great.
[He'll get up in a sec. Really.
...One sec.]
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I still think it's weird we show up with a truck load of new injuries, but wearing the clothes we were wearing here.
[And with no new swag. By all rights, he should have the black bayard with him at this point.]
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Hunk debates several times trying to stand and follow after him but... in the end he just stays where he is, slumped in his chair.]
Yeah, really. Also I'd like to vote somewhere for us to have our lions. That only seems fair.
[Just saying.]
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Sitting still feels almost strange. Alien. Like his thoughts and the world are still rushing too fast around him.]
...seconded. I feel like it might be a different story around here if we had the Lions.
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[He leans forward to snag himself a couple of pieces of fruit, popping them with great relish into his mouth.]
If we had the Lions, though, we'd just... woosh, fly on outta here.
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Straight out of here... yeah.We could get everyone else out too.
[But here they are. Pretty stuck.]
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[He half-laughs at the mental image of, essentially, all of them attempting to fit in the Lions. That'd be no small feat...]
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[Yellow and Black are the big boys, at least. If they can stable a cow, they could fit some colorless city refugees.]
But... we're still hanging in there, even without the lions.
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[Hunk adds, a little sheepishly.]
I'd, uh... I'm just glad you're still here.
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[Oh. Well.]
Yeah. Me too, Hunk. I'm glad I'm still here. If you're here, this is where I want to be.
[He won't leave Hunk alone to deal with this crazy place!]
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Aw, Keith... Thank you. I mean. Same here. If you were here, here's where I wanna be too.
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Yeah? [Really? That's... okay. Actually that is a warm fuzzy feeling like he is super not used to. But it's nice.] Thank you, too.