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ME WHEN PEOPLE SAY MY BLOG AND OC ARE COOL. ME?? I FIT IN THE COOL CLUB??? 🥺✨💝 ALL I EVER WANNA BE IS SOMEBODY TO YOU.

          “Mm.”  It’s acknowledgment more than anything, and he food he’s working to swallow the food before he finds the picture on his phone settled on the table.  A finger runs across the screen, across, across again, and the other hand’s settled against the table with his fork ( with the sun warm on their backs ).  Success.  “Here.  This is the one ; he only makes this face when you try to play fetch with him.”  A shrug.  “I think he gets it but doesn’t like to play.  What’s the point chasing after something if you’re just going to bring it back?”

          “Shiro?”  It’s to test the comm link, to hopefully capture or retain the other’s attention enough for the matter at hand, and despite that he doesn’t wait for a response from the other.  No, as his eyes flutter between a contrasting expanse of dotted black and an illuminated screen.  “I ran the scans ; there’s nothing ------ just the planets ahead.                                                I’m going to try going further.  See if I can’t find something.”

          “What is -----?  Where did you get that?”  Were one perhaps attentive enough to the increasing intensity of his questioning, they’d perhaps be able to detect a level of envy if not hope ; should Lance have hypothetically been able to acquire such a nostalgic item, then perhaps he, Keith, could find familiarity in much the same.

          “He’s -----”  Keith will surely begin with all the intent in the universe to save Shiro from such a fate, with the intent to free him of that who may wish to inflict it upon him, but alas.  It seems he’s too late just this once ( may he ever be forgiven ) and foiled by his dear space wolf.  “-----  he drooled on you.”

                              “Oh, yeah?”          He hasn’t made a modicum of headway, but if he’s forced to confront his vain efforts like this, then he’s going to do so spectacularly —-  if not without a bit of dry good-humorousness.  His eyes will flit only briefly from his goal : a feline-esque creature tucked away before them.                                             “I can make ‘em come to me.  Just —-  watch.  You’ll see.                                                             Unless you think you can do it better, Shiro —-”                                                                           Not that he’d discount that as a possibility.

          “We can’t go back that way.”  It’s left him long after he’s moving forward, feet set into a path of intent rather than worn ; at the least he’ll spare a glance back to Hunk ( though it’s most likely it’s a check to be sure they’re to stay together despite  Keith’s unwavering insistence ).  “In case you don’t remember there was a whole pack of ----  whatever those were-----  back there, and I really don’t want to have to deal with them.                                                                                                                 Again.”