#galraprone

     “Ah... screw this... End Fighting Simulation.” Red was tired. And especially underwhealmed. Her hand reformed back from a blade into a more human hand and she sighed. Over 10 000 years old and she still good it well enough to completely dominate a robotic fighting simulation. Almost sad. And she was hardly the type to lay low, as Black asked them to. This form was weird and made any sort of going offline almost impossible for Red. She was bored and it pissed her off that she had absolutely nothing to do or challenge her. Well.... now she had something. 

Ʊ     He purred with the kitten, keeping one hand up for it     to bat and play with, its tiny fangs not even piercing     his callused skin. “They followed you? What a brave     child.” He rubbed his head against its as it nuzzled     against him some, still letting out a low purr with it.     “Do I know...? Ah, well. I have been known to take     in strays so I do know how to take care of them.”

❛  i’m not surprised.  you  FIGHT  like a galra.  ❜    he means it as a  COMPLIMENT .  there is a reason so many galra mantras end in  -------------  OR DEATH .  it takes a  WILDERNESS ,  a primal disregard for death  ( for the FINITE )  to carry such blood between your bones  ;  it is not a humble blood  ---  it howls. 

“Cool. So would we be able to build… Say, a better training robot? Or something that could raise the difficulty setting and make it a little less, predictable? ”

“ I figured you could probably hack into the system but i really don’t want Coran to get mad. ”

“Ugh, lance, shit, dude stop! i can do it myself! i don’t need your hel- OUTCH!”

Keith stopped squirming once some kind of antibiotic hit his wound. crap that hurt like hell and back!A shiver ran down his spine and he growled like a caged animal in pain. He didn’t like other people touching him, let alone his wounds. what the heck did Lance think he was doing?

“Lance, seriously, your hurt too, you should just be fixing yourself up.” he gritted his teeth.

“Basta ya!” (Enough Already)

Lance gave Keith’s cheek a light slap- gentle like a love tap, but reprimanding.

“Listen. The difference is my injuries aren’t that bad and I actually know how to dress them.” He rattled on while continuing to work on Keith’s gash. “And If I have to stand one more minute watching you mutilate your own body I’m gonna have a meltdown.”

Give Him a Baby Animal // Ω

Ʊ    He let out a high noise when he saw the    kitten, sitting down and running his fingers    lightly down the tiny creatures back with a    trill. He played with it, letting it chase his    fingers and bat at them with its tiny claws.    Purring contentedly, he looked up at the    other and gave him a smile.