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🐔Chicken-Mouse & Galra OC Cairis 💜

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Repard smiled fondly at Cairis' ask to hold his hand. He surely wasn't going to deny the reporter of something as simple as holding hands.

"Of course you can, Cairis. I appreciate you asking though." The forest galra replied lending out his hand for her to hold.

"You know...you can always confide in me if you ever need to talk or simply hold hands. I've known you for quite awhile now, Cairis. It's not like I'm going anywhere or can simply disappear out of thin air, you know?" He looks over quizzically with a slight raised eyebrow with concern but also a hint of adoration showing through those yellow eyes of his.

He wove his way through the people, Kusa still had his uniform shirt on, without any of the extra affects, but wore an old jacket that he had bought just before he went into service. He had never really had this kind of social arrangement before, but when he was pretty much told he was going to meet up, he felt he at least owed it to Cairis. He had a small stash of the messages he had gotten since she had wandered into his repair bay, and he was feeling oddly comfortable talking with her, even if in text form. He felt even perhaps wearing something a bit more casual was called for. 

He eventually found his way to the hole in the wall location he had been given. Sure, he may have lost his way three times, but that’s why he game himself 3 vargas. Which meant he was still really early. Well he couldn’t just go in and sit on his own, not which as much time as he had, right? Looking around, he left the entrance to the location, and wandered around a few of the local shops. 

Which is how he came to back to the location, late. Without realizing it, he had lost track of time, and came back looking a bit disheveled. He ducked into the place, and looked around the place for that familiar face.

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One had to give her credit, she was obstinate enough to keep up. Gato made note of the heavier breathing, but she did not slow down and didn’t appear to be in pain. Still, she was a civilian, and civilians liked to spend their time with something else than training. (Granted, Gato’s mom loved swimming and his brother used to be in competitive swordfight in his late teens… but his sister never did better than brisk walks and a lot of moving around in the kitchen.)

Cairis nodded as they entered the bridge. She could understand Repard's closeness with gallant Galra. It was unheard of for Galra to risk themselves for citizens of client-states - it was rare for Galra to risk themselves for each other. Only in the name of the Emperor would Galra truly put themselves all in.

She'd not heard much about Morvok's abandonment of his cruiser and crew. There hadn't even been a hint of an article, meaning the Empire wanted that covered up rather than bandy it about. But soldiers and officers talked, and so scuttlebutt had it that Morvok had gone Craven; had abandoned his cruiser and his crew to Voltron's 'mercy'.

She glanced at the two officers on Repard's command bridge. They seemed friendly enough; at least, they weren't openly hostile. Handsome men, though their commander was hotter (according to her). She hadn't had a lot of interaction with them, but if Repard thought highly of them, she felt she would be safe enough among them.