rolos

     he crosses his arms with a small smile and attempts to imitate keith, who in turn seemed to be having way to much fun with this kind of thing.  ( — it was better than thinking about other things, like how lonely the stares in the sky seemed to be and how abandoned this particular planet was. regardless of all that, he was happy to be resting after some odd long hours of just endless traveling. time didn’t really exist anymore – NOT to them – but for the sake of his own sanity, the watch that is located around his wrist helps him keep track of ticks and days just in cast he ever were curious as to where the suns were setting and the various moons were placed. ) leaning back he had sigh before giving in and strengthened himself up as best he could and pulled a patch of hair in front of his eyes. ‘ — i’m keith, i seem dark and mysterious but i’m the biggest dweeb in the universe who flies around with my best man rolo and they’re handy down space ships.’

       ‘ ---- why you leave’ 

        ------ ‘ alright alright’ ------ laughing, heading over toward the trunk full of their usual food to last them over. many they stole from the galra the rest were borrowed from other planets they happened to land on and they had good food at the time. they took what they good to survive. rummaging through said pile of food he pulled out another bag of chocolates that weren’t even open yet. walking toward nyma there was a big huge smirk on his face while displaying it mockingly as if he was in some kind of commercial. --- ‘ el chocolate for the kind lady.’ 

hey, thanks. it just happens so quickly, to be honest. the doc said he had a good 4/ 5 months but he died a good week or so later. we’re doing, ya’ know? it will take a lot of adjusting and stuff like that. we haven’t even gone through all his crap yet. ahh but anyway thanks.

            --- ‘ my  brother’s, actually. i NEVER did have to wear it but it keeps my ears warm ’  -------- he says, holding the hat within his hand and fiddling with the aviator hat and looking down toward it for a moment or so, trying to remember who’s it was or where they had gotten it.  at times wondering if people really saw him as this sentimental. usually always keeping to himself about posessions or family or anything it just seem very useless to talk about it now ( not that it bothered him or anything ) --------- ‘ i think i look better wearing the hat, my hair’s ridiculous.’  --------- saying this, a tuff of hair was sticking up by the sides.

          ----------- ‘ i think you meanOUR chocolates, don’t you?’

       ---- ‘ HEY now, i like my hat but it just doesn’t look good on you. maybe it’s that hair.’ ---------- a hand reaches out to lightly ruffle the top of the other’s head as he explained himself. low key judging the other’s fashion sense himself but at least that hair had been styled than it had been years ago. mullets were still in, weren’t they?

     ----------  ‘ you LOOK ridiculous.’

                   seeing the utterance of such a expression never lessen and the brows crease forward into a glare ( hardly able to tell considering one his eyes was robitic ) red and glowing prior to feeling as if SUCH things were necessary. These guys were too serious and proper for his taste and it kind of made him feel uneasy to the point where there had been a light shrug to his shoulders. weary no less as nights before he lacked sleep to even focus on much of anything right now. if there hadn’t been much explanation by now he would of said something more but let’s just say the intimidation was over ruling everything else. even though rolo showed no fear, internally he was afraid that such a galra would venture too far back into his camp and hurt someone. standing ground, there had been no actual conversation just uneasy looking  vacantly toward one another.