[He could run the towel over his hair, but it'd frizz out in a gross way. His hair's too long to look anything like Lance's, for example....
He shakes his head -- like a sheepdog, making his bishie locks fall in an even more natural, bishie way. Once he settles at least. While Lance's criticism(?) is constructive for a change (whoa) he can't help but to feel a little...uncertain? Self-conscious? When he goes on about how to tame his outdated hairstyle.]
I haven't had to do that before.
[So it'd...probably look worse if he tried tying it back. Trials of having a mullet.]
He shakes his head -- like a sheepdog, making his bishie locks fall in an even more natural, bishie way. Once he settles at least. While Lance's criticism(?) is constructive for a change (whoa) he can't help but to feel a little...uncertain? Self-conscious? When he goes on about how to tame his outdated hairstyle.]
I haven't had to do that before.
[So it'd...probably look worse if he tried tying it back. Trials of having a mullet.]
I don't need hairties...
[It's a borderline sheepish denial, busying himself with wringing a corner of his trunks out. He keeps dripping onto his toes. It's like Chinese water torture.]
...Why do you know a guy like that, anyway?
[That's such a specific thing. Pay attention to your actual job for a change...dingus. Dummy. Boyo he feels funny.]
[It's a borderline sheepish denial, busying himself with wringing a corner of his trunks out. He keeps dripping onto his toes. It's like Chinese water torture.]
...Why do you know a guy like that, anyway?
[That's such a specific thing. Pay attention to your actual job for a change...dingus. Dummy. Boyo he feels funny.]
[Sorry but this is a <----NO BULLYING ZONE---->
Lance's bold statement's met with something precarious, but without a word...because that's probably true? Keith doesn't really keep tabs on the amount of people he just knows because: what an obnoxious feat. Someone should teach him how to put up some walls.
The distraction's a wecomed one; the cave? Caves are so dangerous, but whatever. The desert gremlin's fine with following him without hesitation. The lagoon was nice enough, this should be interesting.
Provided there aren't any bears.
>I didn't know you liked caves.
>Stop walking so far ahead.
>What's a cactus?]
Was it there the whole time?
[Wildcard option. Kinda a flop, bro. This is what happens when he kisses Lance in a lagoon and doesn't know how to proceed with life or conversation.]
Lance's bold statement's met with something precarious, but without a word...because that's probably true? Keith doesn't really keep tabs on the amount of people he just knows because: what an obnoxious feat. Someone should teach him how to put up some walls.
The distraction's a wecomed one; the cave? Caves are so dangerous, but whatever. The desert gremlin's fine with following him without hesitation. The lagoon was nice enough, this should be interesting.
Provided there aren't any bears.
>I didn't know you liked caves.
>Stop walking so far ahead.
>What's a cactus?]
Was it there the whole time?
[Wildcard option. Kinda a flop, bro. This is what happens when he kisses Lance in a lagoon and doesn't know how to proceed with life or conversation.]
[Mipha hesitates a moment, pressing her hands together.]
...In my world, a Champion was chosen from each race to pilot one of the Divine Beasts. I was chosen to represent the Zora, and so... I was away from home quite a lot.
There was... an accident. I'm afraid it's been a hundred years or more since I was able to speak to him last.
...In my world, a Champion was chosen from each race to pilot one of the Divine Beasts. I was chosen to represent the Zora, and so... I was away from home quite a lot.
There was... an accident. I'm afraid it's been a hundred years or more since I was able to speak to him last.
[so quick! Linneus is barely through the red section of his, though he's enjoying it - even if he's chasing away drips.]
I do. As a child, yes, but even as an adult, truthfully. Though most would say a man shouldn't distract himself with things like that...
[but then, Linneus has long since accepted that he isn't like most other men - he has never dressed like one, never acted like one, why should he think like one? Even if he is older and jaded, now, and doesn't really believe in fairytale princes or in magic, that doesn't mean the stories don't still capture his imagination.
A moment while he tries to get through a little more of his popsicle]
Perhaps there are other similarities, if our worlds shared the same story.
I do. As a child, yes, but even as an adult, truthfully. Though most would say a man shouldn't distract himself with things like that...
[but then, Linneus has long since accepted that he isn't like most other men - he has never dressed like one, never acted like one, why should he think like one? Even if he is older and jaded, now, and doesn't really believe in fairytale princes or in magic, that doesn't mean the stories don't still capture his imagination.
A moment while he tries to get through a little more of his popsicle]
Perhaps there are other similarities, if our worlds shared the same story.
[ Stiles is doing a marvelous impression of looking like he's working while actually craning his neck to see how Lance is doing... right until he comes barreling back, the owner of the restaurant yelling, his round face red and enraged.
right about then is a good time to pretend he's working really hard — but the second the owner is gone and Lance is whispering to him, Stiles turns to face him with a nod and a whispered response. ]
Yeah, with that kind of a reaction? Definitely something fishy. I mean, I thought it was weird he just offered me some money out of nowhere, like, I had barely picked up the menu when he was just there, asking if I wanted a job for the night... but maybe, maybe it was to get me out of there.
right about then is a good time to pretend he's working really hard — but the second the owner is gone and Lance is whispering to him, Stiles turns to face him with a nod and a whispered response. ]
Yeah, with that kind of a reaction? Definitely something fishy. I mean, I thought it was weird he just offered me some money out of nowhere, like, I had barely picked up the menu when he was just there, asking if I wanted a job for the night... but maybe, maybe it was to get me out of there.
[ That’s just fine with him, because he’d much rather talk about Lance, too! He’s surprised by how quickly Lance looks proud of himself, and it’s honestly pretty cute. ]
Of the universe? You hear about some pretty lofty and important ambitions among our kind, [ meaning the other refugees ] but I’ve never heard of anyone protecting the entire universe.
Do you mind me asking what kind of powers you possess, Lance? I consider myself quite powerful, [ and humble, too ] but certainly not on the level of being able to protect Earth, much less the universe. [ He has no idea what paladin of Voltron means, but he has no reason to doubt Lance’s claims, and for someone to protect the universe… ]
Of the universe? You hear about some pretty lofty and important ambitions among our kind, [ meaning the other refugees ] but I’ve never heard of anyone protecting the entire universe.
Do you mind me asking what kind of powers you possess, Lance? I consider myself quite powerful, [ and humble, too ] but certainly not on the level of being able to protect Earth, much less the universe. [ He has no idea what paladin of Voltron means, but he has no reason to doubt Lance’s claims, and for someone to protect the universe… ]
[ Juvia stares at him, smiling on reflex at his own realization that he can officially breathe underwater (for a short period of time). It's not like she gets to use her powers for things like this-- little promises made with the intent of fun, so she feels a little light-hearted soaking everything in.
Which, she does, as she looks around at the fish swimming through the waters and the alien plant life below. She motions down, towards a very colorful part of the floor she thinks he might enjoy. She doesn't so much swim when she leads them down, instead using the water to propel her forward.
She does take a second to stop and look back, to make sure he's still just fine. ]
Which, she does, as she looks around at the fish swimming through the waters and the alien plant life below. She motions down, towards a very colorful part of the floor she thinks he might enjoy. She doesn't so much swim when she leads them down, instead using the water to propel her forward.
She does take a second to stop and look back, to make sure he's still just fine. ]
[She glances curiously, hesitating a moment because she wants to know, but would it be too rude to ask?] May I... Ask why? You do not have to answer, of course...
[There. He has no obligation to tell her his story or anything, but she's curious all the same and hey! Maybe they can find some more common ground there.
At the question, Mipha smiles and nods] I did--Him and my father. He's gotten much, much taller than I am and he seems to have grown into a fine prince and warrior. Just looking at him I feel proud of the person he must have grown into.
[There. He has no obligation to tell her his story or anything, but she's curious all the same and hey! Maybe they can find some more common ground there.
At the question, Mipha smiles and nods] I did--Him and my father. He's gotten much, much taller than I am and he seems to have grown into a fine prince and warrior. Just looking at him I feel proud of the person he must have grown into.
[a little smile at that]
I had no bedtime stories, but my master's son would read to me. Later he helped teach me my letters...
[his lips press together a moment - partly in thought, but more to remove the smarting cold from them a little. He's made some progress on the popsicle though.]
I can't say my world was quieter than this one... I think they're both loud in their way. We had none of the technology, though, so that has been an adjustment.
I had no bedtime stories, but my master's son would read to me. Later he helped teach me my letters...
[his lips press together a moment - partly in thought, but more to remove the smarting cold from them a little. He's made some progress on the popsicle though.]
I can't say my world was quieter than this one... I think they're both loud in their way. We had none of the technology, though, so that has been an adjustment.
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