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Skylie was trying her best to be quiet as she stalked across the counter top. The borrower had moved into what the humans called ATLAS not long after it began production. Frightened by the Galra invasion. Her own dwelling lost in the destruction. Lost track of her brother as well. 

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the soft sound of fabric shifting comes from the figure as he steps forward, a shimmer of violet over grey hues. sharp canines glisten as he parts his lips to speak.

“you’re safe. i promise. i won’t hurt you. ”

tilting his head slightly, the figure softens his features. approaching the paladin with a warm smile. “ that wouldn’t make much sense would it. ” knowing to keep his distance, kuro pauses at the foot of the bed.

seeing the other in this way, it was no surprise that he’d feel empathetic. after all, kuro had experienced the same thing once or twice.

  Brows furrowed as he looked about the female who was clearly tired. A gentle sigh escaped through his nose, “Princess, it’s ideal that you go to bed when you feel tired. Is there a reason you are not going to bed? ” like he has room to talk.

✩ He smelled the blood before he saw it --- but when Shiro stumbled into him, his eyes widened a little. The pain in his voice was clear... the paladin was not in good shape. Without hesitation, Lotor quickly moved to support him, brow wrinkling in concern. 

“Are you still being pursued?”

Even while he waited for an answer, he was trying to figure out just how dire Shiro’s situation was. The bleeding was worrisome; had something vital been hit? The placement was not... too bad, as far as wounds went, but there was always a chance it could go deeper than expected.

It wasn’t often that Keith found time to come back to the Castle Of Lion’s, nor did he really feel invited anymore these days... After all, he didn’t have a real reason to be there anymore, and no one had even bothered to ask him to stay.

He didn’t find anyone in the lounge room, so he figured he’d go and find Shiro first, then greet the others. The Galra hybrid had missed everyone, of course, but Shiro was the only ‘family’ he had left and he really wanted to see him, kind of needed to actually.. 

The Blade member was tired.. He missed being a paladin, being with his friends, but he knew he wasn’t needed there anymore and he wanted to be useful somewhere.. even if that meant being as  e x p a n d a b l e  as can be.

 Summer break was nearly over. Matt would soon be moving into the Garrison, even though he lived quite nearby. That was exactly why he was going to spend the last week of his vacation wandering around town. 

 And what better way to start that off than with a cup of cofffee?

 Matt entered a coffee shop, deep in thought as he was thinking of where to go next before focusing on what he wanted to order, standing in the queue.

 Once he got to the front of the line, he pulled his eyes away from the menu and landed them on the-... rather handsome bartender. Quite aware of the fact that most guys weren’t into guys, he shoved the thought to the back of his mind, shot the man a friendly smile and spoke up, already taking his wallet out

✩ Lotor shifted a little to face the paladin, a somewhat distant look in his eyes. “I was speaking Galran, yes. The military mainly uses it for codes and the like, but I’ve been in touch with a few that still use it colloquially.” There was a melancholic tone in his voice --- he clearly resented the fact that the Galran language was, like it’s people, so strongly associated with war.