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[galrarm]

Who: Shiro and you
When: Juril
Where: All around!
What: Various, mostly quests
Warnings: Nothing just yet, will edit as necessary

blink and you'll miss 'em.

[ All things considered, this is definitely the kind of job he can get used to. It's true that Shiro's done his share of watching over cats, even here, but they're just so darn cute he can't help but offer his help more than once... So yeah, he's here several days during Juril, and he looks pretty at ease as he sits cross-legged on the floor. ]

Pretty adorable, aren't they? [ he says to his companion as a kitten disappears and reappears right on top of his head. Look, it's the floof. It's just begging to be played with. Regardless... he's more than happy to let the cats use him as a cat tower. It's calming, especially when they start purring up a storm. Shiro figures his life in Aefenglom probably won't be this lowkey and chill, but he's gonna enjoy it while he can. ]

cheerful buns.

[ Who let Shiro into the kitchen? Ah, well, he's not baking the bread itself, or even getting anywhere near the oven, so it's probably okay. Besides... compliments? Nice words? It's like this was made for Shiro. He might not know his companion, but he gives them a grin all the same. ]

Doing alright? It's hard work, but it's good to have an extra pair of hands. Seems like they knead [ and here he purposefully kneads the dough ] as much help as they can get here.

anything else?

[ Let me know (at sweetstacks) if there's something else you'd like to do, or drop a starter here! I'm pretty flexible; Shiro might be around for sparring too, if that's something that strikes your fancy. ]

Comments

keith;

[galrarm]

[ It's a few days into the month, into Shiro's being here, that he knocks on Keith's door. It's later in the evening, and Shiro... he looks a little troubled. It's the kind of expression he hasn't worn terribly often here, despite the fact that this is a fairly new place, and he's here with his friends. Something's on his mind, and he hopes it'll go well. If not, well... they'll cross that bridge.

But it's something he needs to tell Keith, so... here he is at Keith's room. ]

Hey. Are you busy? There's something we need to talk about. Or, something I need to tell you.

[marmoron]

[ The door to Keith's room is open -- mostly for his cat's sake, and it's organized but slightly chaotic. A tank containing his red wormipede is settled on a desk, two black and red paired swords rest by the windowsill and lots of little sketches of creatures and plants that Keith has encountered in the Wilde and in the Underground are pinned up around the walls. Judging from the fact that it looks like a third grader drew them, you know it's Keith who did the artwork.

He'd been sharpening a knife on his bed when Shiro speaks. He only pauses at first, then upon seeing the look on Shiro's face stops altogether and gets to his feet. ]

Is something wrong? Everything okay?

[galrarm]

[ It's definitely different from his room aboard the Castle of Lions... but really, that's not a bad thing. It's good to see. Keith's changed a bit since he's been here; Shiro hasn't been here long, but he can tell that much. It makes him smile to think about... but a part of him wishes he'd been here to see it.

Ah, well. What good does dwelling on the past do? Nothing Shiro would know about, not at all. There are more pressing matters to attend to.

Vaguely, Shiro wonders what his expression must look like... but he nods slightly. Just a tiny one. He steps inside, then gestures to the door. ]

Mind if I close that? It's... kind of a private thing.

[marmoron]

[ Oh. Whatever this is, it's not good, is it? Apprehension growing, Keith straightens up, giving Shiro a careful look. ]

Yeah, of course. I don't mind at all.

[ Then vaguely gesturing towards his bed and the desk chair: ]

Make yourself at home.

sylvia;

[galrarm]

[ Shiro gives it a couple of days (actually, it's more like a whole single day) before he texts Sylvia again. See... Shiro had taken Sylvia's recommendations to heart, but not for himself. ... Maybe a little for himself, but mostly? For her. Except he has a problem. ]

Hey, Sylvia?
Are you at home?

[ He actually has no idea where she lives.... ]

[stardustish]

[ it's been two days since The Incident, and sylvia can't say she's entirely recovered from it. far from it, actually. but she feels a little better about stepping outside of her room and not keeping herself locked in it all day, at least.

though...why does shiro sound like he wants to visit? ]

yep.
why, what's up?

[galrarm]

I've been thinking about dropping by to check on you--if you're alright with that, that is.
If it's not okay, then no worries.

[ He'd understand, after all; he knows he's had days where he'd rather lock himself away (not that he really... had, what with his circumstances being what they are) so... he definitely gets it. ]

[stardustish]

[ as much as she wants to tell him to stay away and effectively sabotage herself, she longs for some sense of normalcy. it'd be the best comfort that anyone could give her right now.

still, she wants to throw it out there that he doesn't have to do this. she doesn't think she deserves it. ]

oh...
i mean...i won't say no, but you really don't have to, shiro.

allura;

[galrarm]

[ A princess and a leader walk into a pet shop...

Well, they've been here a while, anyway! Shiro can't keep away from these little guys, it seems, and he's invited Allura to come along with him! He figures she'll enjoy playing with some kittens. It's a far cry from their responsibilities back home, but you know, he's fine with that. Nevermind that the war is looming at the back of his mind-- Nope. Nevermind all that.

He chuckles, scooping up a kitten who's particularly squirmy. ]

Pretty mischievous, right? At least they don't have any extra teeth or claws.

Probably.

[quintessent]

[Shiro didn't need to ask her twice to come along to the pet shop. They all need a little distraction once in awhile. And frankly, she's been considering the idea of a familiar for awhlie. But she hasn't quite found the animal that clicks yet. (It's hard to compete with the psychic connection she had with her mice back home.)]

Shiro is calling you mischievous. [She coos, picking up one of the kittens under it's little armpits. Facing him,] Does this face look mischievous to you?

[A face that disappears, and Allura blinks owlishly, before the kitten reappears, perched on her shoulder.] Oh!

[galrarm]

Hey, they're kittens. Of course they are.

[ And right on cue, a kitten pops its head up through Allura's fluffy cloud hair. Shiro clears his throat, but he lets a laugh slip out. It's pretty cute, he won't lie. He wishes he had a camera to take a picture, actually.... ]

Ah. Allura, you have a second head growing out of your hair.

[ ... says Shiro, right before one appears and falls right onto his head. ]

[quintessent]

Oh! [She tenses up, then laughs when a tiny mew comes from her hair. Then a second as one of the kitten's siblings decide to join it, two kitten faces popping out of her big cloud of hair.]

It seems I was a monster all along, if I'm growing heads now, ah- easy now! [In the middle of trying to extract one of the kittens from her hair, it suddenly disappears.

And then doesn't reappear.

It seems we need a head count. How many do you have?

CHEERFUL BUNS /tags some more?!?

[marmoron]

[ Keith is amply aware of Shiro's legendary cooking prowess. Enough that he's clearly decided that his best friend needs supervision on this particular quest. What's tragic here is that he hasn't necessarily accounted for his own "talents" in the kitchen and now there are two disaster boys trying to bake bread. Who allowed this to happen??

In any case, Keith's giving the dough on the counter a suspicious look and a poke like it's alien slime. ]

Is this the right consistency? [ POKE. ] I feel like it's missing something.

[ Potentially quite a few somethings considering it's these two that created this concoction. ]

[galrarm]

[ Look... it's not his fault cooking and baking isn't as easy as Hunk makes it seem. Besides, it could be worse, probably. They could be cooking a whole meal. This is practically mercy. ]

It looks a little... [ ... ] Questionable.

[ Like, it's not... the worst thing? But it sure ain't good. ]

[marmoron]

[ Keith gives their dough another dubious glance then tries to peer over at someone else's batch. It's uh... certainly not a textbook example of dough, to put it mildly. ]

I don't know where we went wrong.

[ Frowning slightly like it just might be the dough's fault. ]

Maybe compliments will help? [ Which despite the fact that everyone else in the room is doing this still feels incredibly stupid so Keith lowers his voice a little to speak to the dough. ] You're uh.... powerful enough to hurt someone with a gluten allergy?

KITTENS...

[finesseblade]

[ Felix only responds with a strangled little noise of disgust, darting about the room trying to catch the little beasts who've gotten it into their heads to teleport straight up into the air and then fall. Would they land on their feet? Perhaps, but he's not taking that chance. He's got two in either hand and another tucked down his shirt and they're all squirming and mewling at him. Probably because he smells like dog.

Felix doesn't hate cats. He's just really annoyed with them right now. ]

They are— [ Felix drops one onto Shiro's shoulder. The other one chomps down on his finger, and he hisses. ] a nuisance.

yells gently

[galrarm]

[ Luckily, Shiro doesn't mind darting around. ... Maybe he's a little exasperated, but like, part of him (a small part, admittedly) is glad to have a break. Though, taking care of some mischievous kittens being considered a break is...

...

He won't think too hard on that. Anyway, Shiro winces just for a moment as the kitten Felix has just dropped unceremoniously onto his shoulder digs its little knife feet into his skin. Shiro also moves fast, a moment later--just in time to catch a kitten that's appeared a foot away, right in midair. ]

Hah, well... this is probably the most fun they've had in a while. It could be--

[ He sighs as a kitten falls right onto his head. ]

--snakes?

[finesseblade]

If they were snakes, we wouldn't have brought them back in the first place.

[ Felix is busy trying to pry these things off him, but he doesn't miss that quick-thinking catch. Fluid motion, damn near perfect reaction time. He watches over his shoulder, tilting his head, one pointed wolf ear flicking curiously. It's almost enough of a distraction to make him forget the pain of tiny kitten teeth in his thumb.

Almost. The little devil lets out a high-pitched squeak of a yowl, and sinks its teeth into him again. Felix barks in response, the sound only half-human, which startles the kitten enough that it—pop!—vanishes and reappears a moment later, halfway across the room.

He's quick enough to pivot and catch, and this time he exchanges a word with a passing Wilder for a fistful of likely-looking herbs and a basket to dump the little beasts into, before wandering back over to offer it to Shiro. ]

Your reflexes aren't half-bad. Something tells me you're not a kitten-sitter by trade.

cheerful buns

[bloodwit]

[ this task was not made for viren. he's minding his own business, probably on his second failed loaf of the session. he's resigned to whispering compliments to the dough, quietly, when he picks up on someone else in the kitchen. ]

[ there's something just awful to behold about it. the pun, mostly. the deliberate way in which the man embellishes and demonstrates the pun. viren groans. ]

Making bad jokes of it was never required of us.

[galrarm]

[ Ah, he can just tell this guy has a vibe. It's probably not remotely correct, but you know, sometimes a guy just reminds you of your Commander...

He raises his eyebrows, pushing that thought aside. He kneads the dough a little more, then looks at it. Does it need more? Hm. Definitely needs something. Probably more compliments. ]

Not a fan of puns?

[bloodwit]

[ viren debates proceeding with the same method as he'd been - lifting a portion of his dough, whispering praise to it. no one else must be privy to the praise. to delay doing so, in the meanwhile, he likewise returns to kneading with his knuckles. he doesn't need to have his claws piercing into it. ]

[ he gives a sharper glance the man. ]

What gave me away? Was it the groan, calling it a 'bad joke'...?

sylvain;

[galrarm]

( continued from here. )

Hah, really?

[ Shiro, don't look so surprised. He chuckles, though. It shouldn't surprise him that Lance has at least mentioned him, considering it's Lance, and he and Sylvain seem to be good friends. Lance's glowing words about him and the fact that they've been training together point to that. ]

All good things, I hope. I wouldn't want to make a bad impression before we even get to know each other.

[ It's only half-teasing. ]

jongdae;

[galrarm]

( continued from here. )

Exactly.

[ You know, he hasn't even gotten his name yet, but... he can appreciate how thoroughly he's thinking about this. Shiro lets out a quiet laugh. ]

If you're not careful about your planning, you could end up with more trouble than it's worth... even if it might be satisfying at first. Especially if you're doing the cleaning, who's really suffering here? [ A grin, and then he holds out his hand--his human one--for a shake. ] I like the way you think.

I'm Shiro.

I'M WEEPING I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS AGES AGO UGBIUTB I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT THIS TERRIBLE NORMALLY ;_;

[itsjiaheng]

[ well, it's not the first time this has happened. jongdae often just outright forgets to introduce himself or ask about who exactly he's talking to, especially if it's interesting. ]

Oh, really? [ ahaha.. and now he's shy too. people don't usually tell him nice things like they like the way he thinks. still, he's reassured by shiro's friendly expression. ]

I'm Jongdae.

And sorry if that was—.. cold. [ he holds his hand up and wiggles his fingers a little. ] Vampire side effect. Surprises some people.

IT'S OKAY FRIEND

[galrarm]

[ If it bothers Shiro, he certainly doesn't show it. Rather, he gives a quiet chuckle. ]

Don't worry. I'm used to giving cold handshakes myself, sometimes.

[ He holds up his other hand--the metal, obviously non-human one. While he generally tries to shake with his human hand... well, he knows how it feels to worry if he's wigged someone out. ]

Besides, cold, I can handle. Now, if you'd given me a handshake with a rough, scaly hand, I might be a little more upset.

[ From the lightness in his voice, he's only teasing; it's not like they can help their transformations, after all. ]