#wrong-constantine

Let’s see if I can’t do a little of both, hmmmm? >3c

He bit his tongue and inhaled deeply through his nose, remembering the meditation exercises Coran and the Queen had shown him. 

Count and concentrate, let the disturbance flow out with-

That irritating giggle reached his ears again, snapping his focus, and he winced as his teeth cut into his tongue.

“You okay there, bud?” Hunk asked, peeking over the control bank they were putting back together. 

“Fine,” Shiro muttered, hunching over the panels and twisting a bolt back into place with a little more force than necessary. 

He wasn’t going to pay attention to the Talmaniina attempting to charm Coran into a cabin, he was perfectly okay, everything was peachy-

“You have been such a delightful host, sir. Perhaps there is some way I could...repay you?”

Oh, that was it. Very carefully not throwing down the wrench he was holding, he stood up and turned, ready to stalk over and possibly toss the interloper into the nearest airlock-

-only for Allura to catch him by the elbow. “Down, boy,” she hissed too quietly for Hunk, pushing him over towards the door.

“Are you not hearing that?” Shiro protested as quietly as he could manage without the two of them drawing too much interest. “Why isn’t it bothering you any?”

“Because we’re about to get some extremely lucrative intel for being good little party hosts,” Allura replied, tapping a datapad against his chest. “Coran may have a lot of contacts, but The Talmaniina network is second to none, and coaxing them to share is a pain and a half.”

Shiro stared at her. “...Intel? That’s what he meant by repayment?”

Allura blinked back at him. “You- oh. Oh. Oh, no. No. That wasn’t- They are... very touchy-feely, yes. It’s part of the job. But I don’t think-”

A sudden yelp of protest caught their attention, and they both looked over to find their guest had wrapped a very surprised Coran in an ardent multi-limbed embrace.

Shiro bristled, glancing to Allura for confirmation, and her expression of distaste mirrored his own ire. “Nevermind,” she muttered. “He’s all yours.”

Venethax peruses the menu, their nose wrinkling as they try to determine what drink on the menu is the least sinful. “Hm. Tea, black. Thank you.” They fold the menu and pass it back to the waitress before turning to the scroll they’d left purposefully rolled up on the table.

  Store brand liter-sized flavored waters are both...

I agree with this but I’m still not allowed any bc the husband does the groceries and fake sugar is bad for me, don’t you know? I have to smuggle them in like drugs.

::giant razzberry:: my parents were concerned bout how much of it i was drinking when i was still working, but after they read up on how many of the studies were flawed to hell and back, they got off my case (and Dad drinks it now too).

NP, I gotcha covered.

sweetest romantic memory?

Not actually romantic (bad luck with that), but several years back, I took a coworker/friend to the zoo to cheer her up after a nasty breakup. Kind of a bittersweet memory now.

cloud gazing or star gazing?

C’arliani:  Dealing with the dead.  Her sense of adventure clashes with mortality more than she cares to admit, but the deaths of many don’t weigh as heavily on her as the loss of her friends during the wars in and around Ishgard.  

After the events at the Steps of Faith, with a dragon slain by a force of adventurers (and a vengeful Miquo’te), she dealt with her grief by vanishing.  She took up the sword and disappeared East for several years, where she was eventually found working with the Consortium.  In the interim, she’d discarded the katana and found something larger, using the time in social isolation to get in touch with the metaphorical(?) Abyss that all Dark Knights harness.

It’s helped.  The guilt and the anger are still there, the sadness - but she uses it as a weapon now, instead of a limiter.

Eredis Orill, of course, has never struggled with anything in life, nor undeath.  

  wrong-constantine “Mama and I want a chicken....

I will endeavour to get some tomorrow all I have is from when they were tiny cheep cheeps