The World Has Got a Smile Today, the World Has Got a Glow (Voltron Holiday Party Log)

[heartofalioness]

Who: The Attack on Voltron House and YOU! Seriously, if you have Voltron CR, you're invited!
Where: Attack on Voltron House, Four Island
When: Around December 11
Summary: The Voltrons have a human/Altean holiday party at their house, come on by!
Rating: PG to PG-13, will warn as necessary


When Shiro proposed celebrating Grogory Day back at the harvest festival, Allura had honestly been touched by the suggestion, even more so when the rest of the household agreed. (Especially coming from Keith and Pidge, who liked their peace and quiet.) So after sitting down with a calendar and making a graphing calculator earn its keep, Allura determined that Grogory Day would be about December 8th. Of course, that was a weekday, so the invitations she sends out a few weeks beforehand (to give people time for travel) say it’s that Saturday evening instead. (And given the number of high-level trainers in the house, guests are more than welcome to request a ride.) And since it seems to be the main Earth holiday, why not make it an early Christmas party, too?

When people arrive, the spacious beach house is decked out with lights, mostly in shades of blue, and the interior beckons people to come out of the brisk and damp sub-tropic air, warm and bright and spacious (which it needs to be with the possible crowds), soft and cheery Poké-holiday music winding through the rooms, with interludes from Jaskier and his Wigglytuff throughout the evening.

As for refreshments, while Hunk might not be here, the non-Shiro members of the household are able to set out a decent spread from all their cultures. Lance contributes a host of Cuban recipes from golden brown tostones and empanadas, to roasted pernil with juicy meat draped in crispy skin, served with rice and black beans. A wintery gratin filled with mushrooms and kabocha squash, baked Brie topped with a rosehip jam in lieu of juniberries and wrapped in puff pastry, an assortment of Christmas cookies (including but certainly not limited to gingerbread and peanut butter blossoms), and an island of drinks featuring mugs of warm coffee, glasses of sweet coquito, slow cookers of mulled berry wine and apple juice, and a bowl with an extremely blue punch. And treats for the Pokémon as well, naturally. Of course, if guests want to contribute to the feast, they’re more than welcome!

(Also, at some point in the evening, Lance might have stolen Shiro's Gallade to help plant mistletoe here and there. Do with this information what you will.)

So come, eat, drink, mingle with old friends and make some new ones! And enjoy the night, no matter which holiday you’ve come to celebrate!


[[OOC: This is a mingle log, so feel free to make your own top-levels and such, and have fun!]]

Comments

[shiro2hero]

[The laugh does it. The laugh is what finally breaks the tension. Shiro ends up chuckling too, his hand once again pushing his hair back out of his eyes.]

I uh. Yeah. Yeah, we are, huh?

[woofdad]

[That little gesture, the way Shiro sweeps his hair out of his face, is going to be the death of Grant, he swears.

Or, at least, it can go on the list of things hot guys that Grant knows do that might be the death of him.]

Well-- at least only a whole party's worth of people might've seen us fumbling around, huh? Probably less, just Claude and whoever else happens to have passed by!

[God, that... that might make Shiro more nervous. Shit.]

Uh-- which is to say, it's-- it should be fine.

[shiro2hero]

[Is it worse or better if his hair is back to being rainbow? But hey, at least with the water from the dishes, it's staying in place now.]

That... uh. I hadn't thought of that.

[Like, at all. It never crossed his mind. Grant is mostly correct. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing around the kitchen like someone else is going to pop up. Claude sure did.]

Right. If you say so.

[woofdad]

[He should not have said that. Grant finds himself mirroring Shiro's body language, scratching at the back of his own neck in turn.]

I mean-- specifically, I was thinking about... y'know, us talking after. I-- I don't think anyone but Claude saw the... the catalyst.

[If Shiro doesn't want other people to have seen it, Grant doesn't want to give the impression that they did.]

[shiro2hero]

Oh. Oh... that's. That's good.

[He exhales, sharply, when Grant says that. Relaxing - only to suddenly realize just what the heck he'd said out loud.]

I mean -! My Gallade. He knows how to use the 'gear, and he just... loves. Plastering videos on the network.

[woofdad]

[Ah. Yep. Grant's heart sinks all over again - though that adjustment from Shiro at least slows its fall.]

Oh-- y-yeah, that's-- that's a fair concern! He'd probably make a... whole thing out of it.

[Which would be a problem. Because it's not a Whole Thing. Right.

...Though, thinking about it rationally through the painful weight of perceived rejection, it may really be for the best that, say, Lance doesn't get the opportunity to see that this happened.]

[shiro2hero]

Yeah... yeah.

[He exhales, and scrubs his hands over his face.]

He'd plaster the footage of us stumbling over our words with... I don't know, stickers or googly eyes or something.

[And that would be the real horror. Not Blue posting the smooch. Blue posting the absurd followup of his Trainer and Grant flailing like high schoolers.]

[woofdad]

[That gets a quiet snort of laughter - a real one, too, nothing nervous or strained about it.]

I dunno, that could-- god, yeah, okay, I was going to say that could be sort of cute, but neither of us need that embarrassment in our lives.

[shiro2hero]

Honestly, I'm not sure anyone needs Blue's brand of embarrassment in their lives.

Except Lance, but, Blue kind of idolizes him.

[woofdad]

Ha... yeah, of course he does.

[Did that sound bitter? God, he hopes it didn't sound too bitter. He wasn't trying to, but. Well.

Maybe if he just moves on it won't be an issue, anyway.]

It seems like Blue means well - I mean, from my limited exposure - but it's too bad his sense of boundaries seem to be so, uh... nonexistent.

[shiro2hero]

[Shiro only quirks an eyebrow at the comment, but doesn't press. Blue was a lot after all. And so was Lance.]

[Not really a problem, especially considering... a lot of things.]

Grant, saying Blue has no boundaries is like saying the ocean is a little wet.

[woofdad]

[Grant snorts quietly, despite himself.]

Well-- how would you put it then? There's only so much I can say about someone else's Pokemon, you know.

[shiro2hero]

I'd probably say... Blue doesn't even know the meaning of the word 'boundary', let alone how to use them.

[He's grinning though, when he says it.]

[woofdad]

Aaah, I see. Yeah, that makes a difference; less productive to give someone something they don't even comprehend.

[As if a boundary is a physical object that could be handed to Shiro's Gallade but listen--]

[shiro2hero]

He understands "grounded", though. So there's that.

[It's... not much of a bright side, but it's there.]

[woofdad]

See-- that's almost sad. If he could only grasp one, maybe he wouldn't have to experience the other so much.

[shiro2hero]

Oh, I know. And he's clearly smart enough to get it...

[But chooses not to.]

[woofdad]

Mm. I think he's somehow convinced himself that if he pushes long enough, he'll get a different result.

[Exhausting, honestly.]

[shiro2hero]

[Shiro's expression - there's a shift. Something exhausted flashes over his features, thin, worn out. Before he shoves it aside.]

Yeah. Stubborn to the bitter end, huh?

[woofdad]

...Yeah.

[Shit.

He went down a bad topic again, didn't he. Why can't he just--

Okay. Calm down. What now? He can't just leave it at that and go, or Shiro would probably find a way to blame himself for the conversation getting awkward... but what topic could he move to that wouldn't just go the same way?

It takes a moment, in which he can only hope that his struggling wasn't too visible, before he adds:] He really is kinda like a kid, huh.

[shiro2hero]

[Shiro's gaze lifts almost immediately. And there's gratitude in his eyes. All over his features. He doesn't say 'thanks' outright, but it's crystal clear.]

Hah, yeah. But I wish he'd take after your kid more than any of mine.

[The team is definitely like his kids. Most of them. Or his little brother, depending on the day.]

[woofdad]

[Oh thank fuck he did it]

I can't argue with that, Chip is pretty great. But, every kid is gonna have their own strengths and their own problems. I think you're handling Blue's pretty well, all things considered.

[shiro2hero]

[Way to go, Grant!!]

You know, you're not wrong. And, thank you. Means a lot to hear you say that.

[woofdad]

I'm almost always not wrong. ...Except for when I'm just... so, incredibly wrong. [Dear god. What was he trying to accomplish with those sentences?]

But, I, uh-- yeah, no problem. I mean, I said it because it's true, y'know? And I'm... glad you're glad to hear it.

[shiro2hero]

[He just smiles, with a faint edge of tiredness around the edges. And clasps Grant on the shoulder.]

We sound... ridiculous.