They're so... dry.

The lions have their essence, and that drives their personality. It also drives the bond with their pilot. They need to be compatible. Which is why it’s not that a lion and a different pilot cannot communicate, it’s just that it comes across as very jarring when you’re used to a certain kind of communication.

The Blue Lion, friendlest of all, makes suggestions.

“Why not try the ice cannon?” “Want to go faster? Hit the booster!” “Hey, now might be a good time for escaping.”

The Green Lion, eternally curious, asks questions.

“What do you think is on that planet?” “Is that an invisibility cloak? Are you going to install it in my hardware?” “When are we leaving? How much fuel does Voltron have stored?”

The terse, quick and temperamental Red Lion makes demands.

“Activate my gun.” “Shoot those sentinels.” “Get inside faster. I’m getting us out of here.”

The patient, steady Yellow Lion makes statements. Beautful, strange, obvious statements.

“That’s an asteroid.” “We’re in space.” “Fuel is almost gone.”

The Black Lion, leader of the rest, makes acknowledgements.

Hunk: Dude, I know.

Yellow: That asteroid looks like a potato

Hunk: Bruh. Agreed.

Yellow: That nebula is red

Keith, who is running on three hours of sleep over two days: I’m afraid if I blink too long I will pass out

Pidge, who has not slept at all in three days: I’m afraid that if I get even vaguely horizontal I will lapse into a coma

(Pidge and Keith fistbump)

i realized how bad this was after i already saved it woops

“WE ARE WHAT WE ARE”

WOOH

FINALLY HAVE SOME VOLTRON PARKOUR/STREET DANCE AU, EVERYBODY! <3