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victory_road2018-08-13 05:50 pm
spacebaloney) wrote in victory_road2018-08-13 05:50 pm
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Who: Lance and Keith
Where: Attack on Voltron Island House
When: Sometime in the beginning of August
Summary: Two guys, two shy Espurrs, two moments of bonding?
Rating: PG because it's Keith and Lance so cussing
Log:
[Now here's a sight: Lance lying on his belly on the porch, long legs spread across the front doorway and his big ol' noggin pressed against the edge of the wicker sofa. In one outstretched hand he's holding a Pokeberry, obviously offering it to something that's hiding underneath the piece of furniture, but the coaxing is not going well at all.]
Hey. [His voice is uncharacteristically soft, low at a volume almost never heard from Lance, and it has a note of worry tinging it because the Espurr that Lance is trying to get to come out has been tucked up in the corner for hours now.] I'm not gonna hurt ya, bud. But you can't stay under there forever, Tamah. For starters, it'll rain soon and you'll get wet because these chairs suck as umbrellas.
[That doesn't seem to be working at all by the look of the Espurr curling up even more in its corner of safety. Lance sighs, dropping his head down onto his arm and murmuring into his shirt sleeve.]
I know. I'm not Hunk. You're mad he's gone and left you behind with me. I'm sorry.
[The apology is not accepted, Skinny One. Bring back the Round Boy!]
Where: Attack on Voltron Island House
When: Sometime in the beginning of August
Summary: Two guys, two shy Espurrs, two moments of bonding?
Rating: PG because it's Keith and Lance so cussing
Log:
[Now here's a sight: Lance lying on his belly on the porch, long legs spread across the front doorway and his big ol' noggin pressed against the edge of the wicker sofa. In one outstretched hand he's holding a Pokeberry, obviously offering it to something that's hiding underneath the piece of furniture, but the coaxing is not going well at all.]
Hey. [His voice is uncharacteristically soft, low at a volume almost never heard from Lance, and it has a note of worry tinging it because the Espurr that Lance is trying to get to come out has been tucked up in the corner for hours now.] I'm not gonna hurt ya, bud. But you can't stay under there forever, Tamah. For starters, it'll rain soon and you'll get wet because these chairs suck as umbrellas.
[That doesn't seem to be working at all by the look of the Espurr curling up even more in its corner of safety. Lance sighs, dropping his head down onto his arm and murmuring into his shirt sleeve.]
I know. I'm not Hunk. You're mad he's gone and left you behind with me. I'm sorry.
[The apology is not accepted, Skinny One. Bring back the Round Boy!]