For just an instant, he pauses, he looks at his companion here. Looks him right in the eye - or hat hair, as it were. The weight of everything sits in that stare. Stubbornness, determination - exhaustion and hurt. Years and years of it. Of Atlas bearing the world in those dark eyes.
When he stops, when Shiro takes a moment long enough to answer, and simply look at Boober... the room begins to boil up. Trunks and baggage writhe open as lurid yellow eyes blink to life in the shadows. Photos begin to splatter down like papery raindrops - Hunk, and so many others. Something like purple lightning snaps over the ceiling, threatening to crack it open entirely. There is noise, there is light, shadow and the sounds of dozens of voices whispering in a sudden breeze.
Shiro shifts a box an inch to the left, and everything... rewinds.
It becomes a simple baggage sorting room once more.
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For just an instant, he pauses, he looks at his companion here. Looks him right in the eye - or hat hair, as it were. The weight of everything sits in that stare. Stubbornness, determination - exhaustion and hurt. Years and years of it. Of Atlas bearing the world in those dark eyes.
When he stops, when Shiro takes a moment long enough to answer, and simply look at Boober... the room begins to boil up. Trunks and baggage writhe open as lurid yellow eyes blink to life in the shadows. Photos begin to splatter down like papery raindrops - Hunk, and so many others. Something like purple lightning snaps over the ceiling, threatening to crack it open entirely. There is noise, there is light, shadow and the sounds of dozens of voices whispering in a sudden breeze.
Shiro shifts a box an inch to the left, and everything... rewinds.
It becomes a simple baggage sorting room once more.