"Okay, that's enough you guys, time to get serious. . ."
>>Leader of Voltron.<<
>>The Black Paladin. <<
"Besides. . .it actually sounds like this: Blam—Blam—Blam!"
because if i don't, that means that all the damage i got isn't good damage. it's just damage. i have gotten nothing out of it, and all those years i was miserable was for nothing.
he's fifteen years old and he's nervous about holding someone's hand. he doesn't know anything about touch beyond the fact that it almost always hurts.
chuckling a bit , letting out a content sigh . whatever the ‘ plan ’ was , he wasn’t fighting — that wasn’t going to stop him from poking fun at matt .
“ and what if i decided i didn’t want to ? ”
"thats classified."
he replies confidently, an 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 way of saying he hasn't the slightest clue and did not, in fact, plan this far.
"afraid you'll just have to wait and find out."
staying put , letting his head rest for a bit , looking between matt and the hallway behind them before finally speaking .
“ so . . . why am i being kidnapped , captain ? ”
oh now thats hardly at all fair, what is he supposed to do NOW? put Keith down??
looks like hes taking a scenic detour instead of heading right to the lounge like he planned. at least the ship is BIG enough to, though hes already mourning the function of his arms....