#yes perf

So basically this became like. Vacation not quite ‘living’ but. Yes. ANYWAY. THANK YOU. 

Leaning over the railing, Shiro countedthe Holans that milled about the courtyard. Vacation was still aword he couldn’t quite grasp; the idea of relaxation for relaxations sake, tonot always be on call, to not be itchy and uncertain and three steps from anadrenaline clash, was horribly foreign. Allura had demanded all of them take avacation after Zarkon, that the quiet would do them good. It was – nice.

A warm palm pressed to the small of hisback, trailing up to rest heavy between his shoulder blades. Shiro smiled atUlaz, kicking out a foot to nudge against Ulaz’s shin. Ulaz nudged back, beforehe slipped both arms around Shiro’s waist, slotting them together, and restedhis chin on Shiro’s head.

“What are you looking at?”

Shiro tilted his head up, grinning widerwhen Ulaz grumbled at him. “I’m counting Holans. They like to congregate in thecentral plaza every three hours and I don’t know why.”

“You left our room to count our hosts?”Ulaz asked, leaning heavier against Shiro so he, too, could survey the Holans.Shiro bowed under the weight, secure and caged in, Ulaz’s palms warm againstShiro’s middle. This too was – nice. An added bonus to vacation time. Shirorolled his shoulders back, squirming until Ulaz gave in and snuggled him closer.Perfect.

“Wanna play a game?”

Ulaz whuffed against Shiro’s hair. “Iwould prefer you return to our room.”

“Winner gets to choose our next activity.”

That got Ulaz’s attention. Shiro didn’thave to be facing him to know Ulaz’s ears had quivered in interest. “What isthe name of the game?”

Shiro grinned. “I-Spy.”

Oh my goodness

Cosette would just *HONK* “You are wrong sir try again”. Marius is torn between embarrassment, gratefulness, and a dark sense of amusement at seeing his grandfather jump out of his skin whenever Cosette whips out that horn.