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“The real test for any choice is having to make the same choice again, knowing fully well what it might cost.” Lotor answered her calmly as he gazed upon the stars, rather than the princess by his side. 

Soft Affection || @defenderchosen​ |  Pidge |  hit Pidge with your gourmet food, LE Send in an icon for my muse to: 🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

      It was experimentation food night; her favorite night. A night where there were few rules in the kitchen and even then, she stressed them. The food printer whirred away as dishes were ready for dinner. Gone were the days of green, textureless food goo. In were the days of proper nutrition and varying food stuffs! 

      She followed the instructions to the letter, never once questioning if what she was putting into the machine, would be edible when it came back out. It sounded good. Then again, any food sounded good to a machine that couldn't eat it.  She only needed someone to test it on - considering she couldn't eat it herself. 

Soft Affection || @defenderchosen​ |  Allura Send in an icon for my muse to: 🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

       Often times, LE wondered what people did with... hands. They were still a new concept for her. Suddenly being able to hold and touch things was a sense many probably never thought much about. There were so many new things to experience from her surroundings that she often times struggled to not impulsively touch something. However, even a robot would have a hard time not wanting to feel the cloud of white hair that framed the Princess. 

@defenderchosen // Meme ▲ — Share a blanket with my muse!

          A bad night-- day, which ever it might’ve been. It was hard to tell sometimes with the constant travel between star systems. Shiro never did sleep much, functioning off the bare minimum and collapsing where he landed. Tonight it would be a bit different though. He suspected he wouldn’t be getting much rest at all given the barrage of thoughts flashing through his mind. Memories, ghosts, the fragments of things he couldn’t quite recall and yet still had the notion of remembering. He wondered what it would be tonight-- that inkling in the back of his mind telling him that he would likely be fraught with terrors and fears the moment he closed his eyes.. Would it be the reaching of claws delving into his flesh or the moments he could do nothing but hope someone survived as he knew he wasn’t fast enough? 

Would it be of Kerberos again? His eyes never left the drifting stars as he mulled over it, having perched himself in the window of Black’s bay to try to find some semblance of peace. In here, he felt safer. A flicker of a warning in his mind from the lion herself and he prepared his expression accordingly. A softer smile that didn’t reflect the chaos currently taking hold of his thoughts, he turned agate hues to Keith as he came in and cocked a brow in question. “Why’re you still up?” The same could be said for himself, but he wondered in perhaps the other wasn’t having too pleasant of a night as well. Or perhaps he was merely acting on his ‘Shiro radar’ as he called it. Keith did seem to have an eye for whenever Shiro was having a moment. 

incoming transmission from @defenderchosen​ / Pidge — “you’re hogging the blankets, stop it!” 

    “That’s because HE’S cold!” You can hear the pout in Keith’s voice as he tugs the blankets even harder toward his side of the couch.

incoming transmission from @defenderchosen​ / Allura — “nothing makes me happier than being here with you.”

    Keith almost missteps in his waltz. He tries to play it off as he sweeps Allura across the dance floor, but his ears are already undeniably pink.

incoming transmission from @defenderchosen​ / Lance —  “oh? really? me? weak? have you seen my muscles?” [fdnkfnsks]

Princess Mononoke

Once Lena was comfortably situated on one of the taller forest tree’s thick branches, she turned to see exactly what Pidge was talking about. On the gound, trailing pretty close behind them, a huge swarm of alien rats came barreling through the underbrush.Their stampede wasn’t dangerous enough to completely harm the flora, but it was fierce enough to kick up dust clouds here and there– their loud chittering also didn’t settle on the nerves correctly. 

While the rodents of unusual size continued to rush under them, Lena gripped her gun as a cold chill ran down her spine. Oh how she hated the sight. 

“I, honestly, couldn’t agree more… However, once they pass through, we have to go back into that cave to find Lance, Romelle, and Allura. His signal is still pinging off in that direction.” Lena checked her communicator watch to get her barrings of the land again. She calibrated the compass application, then pointed it towards the cave opening again… Lo and behold, Lance’s signal was still pinging.