[Shiro turns the item over in his hand a few more times, noticing the lanyard dangling from it. He can’t recall Mananan wearing it like a necklace, so he obviously keeps it in his pocket or something. (He’d missed seeing the guy pull it out the first time, too busy distracted by the view out the window earlier.) Shiro would be interested to see where in the building they could go, but… clothing first.]
Really? [He looks back at the item again before giving a thoughtful sound and then handing it back to the angel.] We’re advancing, but I don’t know about personal teleportation. We’re only able to do wormhole travel thanks to the Alteans. [Reaching the planet Pluto had been a historical feat just by rocket fuel two years ago.]
[And yes, he does have access to his clothes, but… there’s a conversation happening and he’s going to need a shower before he pulls something clean on. He can’t remember where Mananan picked him up last night anyways, so… Shiro rests his elbows on his knees and his chin on his laced fingers while the angel answers him.] That’s frustrating, knowing you’re only called when I’m in a bad spot. [With this peaceful time, that’s not going to be frequent at all. Still… the other answer earns a small hum again.] I’ll probably text you.
[Standing in his room or somewhere and calling out the angel’s name is… not something he sees himself doing. Despite all the times he’s shouted “Form Voltron!” to his team. The mention of company, however, makes him smile, a soft and grateful thing.] Thank you. You… You’re welcome to stay the night tonight if you want.
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Date: 2019-05-08 04:13 am (UTC)Really? [He looks back at the item again before giving a thoughtful sound and then handing it back to the angel.] We’re advancing, but I don’t know about personal teleportation. We’re only able to do wormhole travel thanks to the Alteans. [Reaching the planet Pluto had been a historical feat just by rocket fuel two years ago.]
[And yes, he does have access to his clothes, but… there’s a conversation happening and he’s going to need a shower before he pulls something clean on. He can’t remember where Mananan picked him up last night anyways, so… Shiro rests his elbows on his knees and his chin on his laced fingers while the angel answers him.] That’s frustrating, knowing you’re only called when I’m in a bad spot. [With this peaceful time, that’s not going to be frequent at all. Still… the other answer earns a small hum again.] I’ll probably text you.
[Standing in his room or somewhere and calling out the angel’s name is… not something he sees himself doing. Despite all the times he’s shouted “Form Voltron!” to his team. The mention of company, however, makes him smile, a soft and grateful thing.] Thank you. You… You’re welcome to stay the night tonight if you want.