#shirodwarf

    Curtis looked him over, giving a small smile. He was worried about his  captain. That was quite the trip he had. Shiro had said he was fine, but that  wouldn’t stop his worry. Was he feeling dizzy? Being dizzy was never a good  thing. Lack of water, sleep, food, and so much more. Or perhaps, he really was okay, and just tripped over his own footing. Curtis couldn’t help but worry a  bit.

    He gave a small ‘thanks’ as his captain helped stable him again. His blue  eyes met his sliver ones again, and he instantly felt shy. Curtis looked away from him for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. Once he heard the small  apology, Curtis looked back at him.

Swiping his soak bangs away from his eyes he probably didn't look better now, well how could he and when he's drenches from the rain water drops dripped from his clothes and dripping onto the dry spot of the sidewalk. His expression held a small frown his body was slightly trembling a bit from the cold of his wet clothes.

Hopefully he won't get a cold the last thing he needed was have a stuffy nose and sneezing constantly it was one of the most annoying thing it can happen to him. He was actually lucky it was Shiro rather than Lance who would most likely wouldn't let this go of this misfortune.

"Thanks" he mumbled.

His eyes flickered from the others shoulders that brushed on his own knowing the other was doing his best to keep him under the umbrella, but also the watch from what the others body was letting out felt nice too like a soothing campfire as he lightly sigh to himself.

"Oh yeah? Guess you can't always rely on the weather report these days mother nature can be tricky I guess" he snort a bit. "I should bring mine next time, you were lucky to bring it intinct maybe?" He commented. "I should call my mom if she could get me"

Dragon starter // @shirodwarf // Open

It was a truly beautiful spot. A small cliff crevice that ran through the hills of the valley with thick moss covering the top and tall pines that grew in winding crooked patterns. A gust of wind swept through the crevice itself and it whistled in a low tone as it picked up speed. No wonder this hill had such a rich history of stories and myths. The forest itself looked like it was plucked from the tales of old and the sounds were other worldly. Anyone new to this place might have said that it was dumb, but e locals could swear that the hill itself was breathing.

“Shiro, I don’t know about this....” Keith mumbled, standing on top of the rooftop with Shiro at his side. He knew that it was part of the mission, but it seemed like there was an easier way to go about this than stealing. Hell, he would much rather break in and fight some attackers than go about doing something in such a...dishonest manner. Not that Keith really had that much of a moral code: he fled the Galaxy Garrison before graduation, he had knocked out staff, he had fought tooth and nail to get Shiro back. Maybe becoming a paladin had given him more honor or something. Normally, Keith wouldn’t hesitate. But, this was a bit different. 

He remembered exactly none of it

He ran his fingers over his eyes with a sigh, and closed the folder. It was restlessly tossed on the counter behind him for later handling, while he fetched a mug out of the cupboard.

And the vanilla. Tea was always better with vanilla. Cinnamon too, but he really didn’t want a multi-colored tongue from using the balmeran version since they were out of the good earth stuff.

Hunk sighed through his nose, his body following the basic prep for a mug of hot tea to try and help his body wind down to sleep. Not that it would- but the motion was familiar, and sometimes familiarity helped when his body wasn’t quite at the precipice of where extremes were required.

He paused, head tilting as he picked up the sounds of boots pacing up the halls of the Atlas.

Wordlessly, he prepared a second mug, and had it steeping on the counter by the time his guest walked in.

Hunk looked down at the silver hair of Shiro, bleached a pale white by the night time lights that the Atlas was running to ‘promote healthy sleeping simulations’ or some shit. “Hey Shiro. What’s got you up so late?”

     It was just so strange to be planning something huge as this. Curtis never  imaged himself in this moment. Hell, he never imaged he would be with  someone such as Shiro. He was happy to have met him, that the feelings he had were mutual. How? He wasn’t so sure. 

     But that didn’t matter now. That was all the past. He was planning his future  with the man he cared and loved for. 

     His blue gaze was settled on the ring on his finger, not paying attention to the type of decor Shiro was looking at. He was far too distracted and excited  to pay attention. His gaze then fluttered over to the man he stood by, and only then did he realize that he was talking to him.

     Curtis cleared his throat, shaking his head a bit, “ I-I’m sorry, what were you saying? ”

     It was great to finally relax and get to know Keith and Shiro better. Curtis was always in the background of everything, just like the way he grew up, and observed from afar. Now, the three of them were having conversations over a small snack, and really just enjoying each other’s company.

     As Shiro was talking, Curtis drifted off from his words. He had gotten lost in the image of Shiro. A strong and handsome man, a man who had given his all to the universe. He even asked for nothing in return. Just for peace. Though after all he’s been through there had to be some struggles. Curtis never pried on them. He was just grateful that he spoke to him time to time.

     Slowly he snapped out of it, clearing his throat a little, “ How about I make us some more tea? ” Curtis got up from his seat, “ Then you two can continue with your stories? ” He said as he gathered the three mugs.