THE GARDEN What... is happening. What is this even. A flooded garden, okay, sure. That works. He can handle that. The warnings from the weird little aliens rings in his head - dead? Clerical error? None of that is possible. He was just with Pidge and - that stupid weasel. Space weasel. But for now? Now there's a problem to solve.
So, the beefcake of a man, in black and white armor, apparently not having noticed the wings hovering over his shoulderblades, just starts pitching in at the pump. This is how he processes things, apparently. He works at something physical for a while. If he sees anyone else - he'll call out:
"Hey! Give us a hand?"
HEAVEN Shiro is in a daze. There are tiny creatures (aliens, have to be) fussing over his appearance. Trying to fluff his hair, to take his armor. He hasn't noticed anything new about himself, not just yet. Not the halo made of stars, the way the dark parts of his hair seem to gleam like a nebula.
Instead, he just kind of tries to flag down anyone else. "Help? Little help?"
He has to swat away one of the fluttering creatures trying to undo his chestplate.
Shiro | Voltron | Heaven
What... is happening. What is this even. A flooded garden, okay, sure. That works. He can handle that. The warnings from the weird little aliens rings in his head - dead? Clerical error? None of that is possible. He was just with Pidge and - that stupid weasel. Space weasel. But for now? Now there's a problem to solve.
So, the beefcake of a man, in black and white armor, apparently not having noticed the wings hovering over his shoulderblades, just starts pitching in at the pump. This is how he processes things, apparently. He works at something physical for a while. If he sees anyone else - he'll call out:
"Hey! Give us a hand?"
HEAVEN
Shiro is in a daze. There are tiny creatures (aliens, have to be) fussing over his appearance. Trying to fluff his hair, to take his armor. He hasn't noticed anything new about himself, not just yet. Not the halo made of stars, the way the dark parts of his hair seem to gleam like a nebula.
Instead, he just kind of tries to flag down anyone else. "Help? Little help?"
He has to swat away one of the fluttering creatures trying to undo his chestplate.