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victory_road2018-05-14 04:16 pm
tookashirototheknee) wrote in victory_road2018-05-14 04:16 pm
Action: So no one told you life was gonna be this way....
Who: Matt Holt, residents of Attack on Voltron House, and OTA anyone else.
Where: Attack on Voltron House, Five Island, and the Observatory
When: Mid to late May
Summary: A space boy goes to work to teach people about spacepokemon, and then goes hope to be stupidly domestic.
Rating: PG (Matt swears more often than not)
Log:
I: Observatory
Ever since prom, Matt has been working on finding out everything he can about both the rifts in the sky and the pokemon who came through them. Unfortunately, it's been a lot more slow going than he'd really like. Most of what he's found can be boiled down to 'they exist'.
That has never stopped Matt before, so he's still digging, still reading everything he can come across.
However, that does not mean he's not going to be out in the evenings with his star lectures, or giving planetarium shows or space travel lectures to anyone who's interested. He does have an observatory to run after all.
II - Domesticity
A boy can't be at work all the time, and when he's not, he can be found on the beach near his house, putting his pokemon through training, either borrowing a very bored Kuro, or fishing up some poor Magikarp or other fish for his team to attack. His little brood is growing, and he seems proud of even the smaller ones.
When they're not training, Matt's helping clean the house, do laundry, or other various benign tasks that need to be done. It's not glamorous, but it is life.
If someone comes over, he'll offer them some Lemonade, or a Soda Pop and some conversation.
Where: Attack on Voltron House, Five Island, and the Observatory
When: Mid to late May
Summary: A space boy goes to work to teach people about spacepokemon, and then goes hope to be stupidly domestic.
Rating: PG (Matt swears more often than not)
Log:
I: Observatory
Ever since prom, Matt has been working on finding out everything he can about both the rifts in the sky and the pokemon who came through them. Unfortunately, it's been a lot more slow going than he'd really like. Most of what he's found can be boiled down to 'they exist'.
That has never stopped Matt before, so he's still digging, still reading everything he can come across.
However, that does not mean he's not going to be out in the evenings with his star lectures, or giving planetarium shows or space travel lectures to anyone who's interested. He does have an observatory to run after all.
II - Domesticity
A boy can't be at work all the time, and when he's not, he can be found on the beach near his house, putting his pokemon through training, either borrowing a very bored Kuro, or fishing up some poor Magikarp or other fish for his team to attack. His little brood is growing, and he seems proud of even the smaller ones.
When they're not training, Matt's helping clean the house, do laundry, or other various benign tasks that need to be done. It's not glamorous, but it is life.
If someone comes over, he'll offer them some Lemonade, or a Soda Pop and some conversation.
2
Because, Shiro, it makes a horrific mess. But no one ever told him that. So, of course, he's going to ask one of the few people he doesn't mind embarrassing himself in front of. Matt's seen way worse by now, after all.
It helps that they have a task to work on while he questions it, though. Like hanging up laundry. Which is so... incredibly normal that it's easy to forget everything he's trying not to think about. Or it would be, if it weren't for the massive Incineroar also helping them out. And, you know, the heavier dark circles under his eyes lately.
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Matt Holt, one of nature's teachers.
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Rocket engines versus cars makes more sense. Different grade fuels, different functions. But soap is just that -- soap. You could use it in your hair and not have anything go wrong, right?
... right? Someone stop him from testing this theory.
"I believe you. But -- really. It seems a little overkill to have different things for the same basic function."
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"Soap, really, is very little different than fuel."
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Among other things. But okay, he sort of feels bad for how much grief he's clearly putting his boyfriend through. Even if it's not entirely serious.
So once he's sure Matt's put down anything breakable, he steps behind him to thread his arms around him. Leaning his head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, by the way. For trying to educate me. I'll... figure this stuff out eventually."
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There's a tiny hint of wistfulness in his voice.
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Matt's not the only one sounding a little wistful there. After talking with Keith he's... aware it wasn't the best place -- even if he hadn't gone through the whole "science project" thing.
"I'm still grateful." He tightens his arms briefly. "I feel like I haven't asked, lately, though. How're you doing?"
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"It's part of being together. I want to do what I can." Matt shrugs, sighing a bit. "I'm fine. The observatory's going well, and I'm learning things." He misses home, though, and especially misses space.
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It had been an entire hour of a bunch of people trying their best not to laugh at Commander Holt. Himself included. A fond memory, really. Of how things used to be.
"That goes both ways, you know..." He probably doesn't need to say it, but he does anyway. Slotting his chin into the curve of Matt's neck. "Learning anything good? Useful?"
Casual conversation. It... feels pretty good actually.
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Matt takes a long breath and nods. "I know, Shiro. Thanks." He shrugs, just leaning back against him. "Dunno about useful, but there's a lot of interesting stuff out there. It's... just really good to be studying again. I'd missed it more than I realized."
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It means a lot. Just to be able to hold onto him like this. Stand in a house on a beach. To be normal and together. Like something they should have had all along. "I'm really glad to hear that. To see you doing it..."
His voice lowers, to something more private between them. "I'm going to read about you in the news here, someday. You make some huge discovery. Get the people here onto the moon."
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He pauses, sighing. "You're coming with me, you know. I don't want to go to space without you."
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And his eyes close for a moment, grip tightening. "You won't. I..." I have to know where those monsters came from - I have to keep you safe
"I don't think space would be the same on your own, right?"
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He yawns, huge and long, and closes his eyes for a moment. "Come take a nap with me? I think we're both tired as hell."
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He's teasing. Because he would, too. He'd share that.
"... sure thing." Shiro doesn't really want to agree. He knows he's not going to sleep. He knows he's just going to lay there. But-- "Should I carry you? Your Genius-ness?"
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Taking a breath, he blushes furiously. "I can walk, you nerd. Just... come and hold me while we sleep, ok?"
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He inclines his head, smiling a little more. "You got it." As his hands slip from Matt's waist to thread fingers through his. "Want... me to lock the door?"
So no Arons or Blue barge in on Matt's nap, of course.
II
The harder truth is that she can't eat her loneliness into obliteration no matter how hard she tries.
So all this leftover food, some that hasn't even been touched yet, has to go somewhere. Some of it goes into a box--a pound cake, a whole chicken, some roasted potatoes, a half a loaf of bread, a quarter of a pie--that Sasha hefts into her arms and carries across the house, offering it to the first face she comes across. Apologies that face belongs to Matt.
"Um, excuse me." Sasha pauses for a second before shoving the box towards him. "This is for you."
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And that something is just being from a place where letters are the primary mode of long distance communication rather than emails.
She runs a hand through her bangs, those powdery looking curls of hair that are in a dire need of a wash to get flour dusted on them out, and smiles a little. "I, uh, made too much and I couldn't eat it all by myself anymore." Not for lack of trying, anyway.