[Exactly what he’s expecting here is unknown. He really doesn’t know much about who he’s getting involved with. The guy is a Hunter of some kind, lives in a repurposed mansion, is a reptilian humanoid (which he assumes is due to a mutation or experiment, maybe even magic), and they’re meeting up due to the ironic intermingling of pizza and blowjobs. Shiro doesn’t even know the guy’s name, something he realized a few minutes after the contact disconnected. That is probably a blunder on his part, but nothing he can do for it now. What he can do is follow up on the offer.
It’s not just for the experiment—which is probably one of the strangest ones he’s getting himself into—but also because what the man said triggered something inside him. Despite being not being “kept” by anyone’s choice but his own, Shiro still feels the unknown man wouldn’t have made such a statement if something weren’t also affecting that choice. Being a Paladin of Voltron, a soldier in the past, and an ex-slave of the Galra, he knew both the duties of a protector and the pains of a prisoner. If this reptilian man needed help… and not in the blowjobs and pizza kind of way… Shiro wanted to at least be able to offer him something.
He leaves the Black Lion nearby, shielded, and makes his way to the address and house. A small whistle blows through his lips. Mansion is right. This is impressive. Some of it’s rundown, as the guy mentioned, but there are parts that clearly show the place’s original strength and beauty. People live here. Perhaps it is a little strange to bring the Black Lion, but unfortunately, a nest of Hunters—even if he’s promised safe passage—is enough to make Shiro take precaution. He’s not going to be caught despite lowering his guard somewhat to trust a man he’s never met before.
Stepping up to the front foyer, Shiro lifts his arm and knocks on the door. A simple black sleeveless jacket is zipped up over a one-armed long-sleeved turtle neck of dark gray. It’s only one-armed because Shiro only has one arm. Well, one real arm. His right arm is replaced by a mechanical prosthetic of rather impressive technology, designed to mimic the shape and outline of his natural arm. Galra technology. A “gift” from his captors. The result of experimentation done on him. A pair of black pants and boots complete the ensemble in shades of gray. It’s not formal, but it’s neat at least.]
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Date: 2020-09-06 01:56 am (UTC)It’s not just for the experiment—which is probably one of the strangest ones he’s getting himself into—but also because what the man said triggered something inside him. Despite being not being “kept” by anyone’s choice but his own, Shiro still feels the unknown man wouldn’t have made such a statement if something weren’t also affecting that choice. Being a Paladin of Voltron, a soldier in the past, and an ex-slave of the Galra, he knew both the duties of a protector and the pains of a prisoner. If this reptilian man needed help… and not in the blowjobs and pizza kind of way… Shiro wanted to at least be able to offer him something.
He leaves the Black Lion nearby, shielded, and makes his way to the address and house. A small whistle blows through his lips. Mansion is right. This is impressive. Some of it’s rundown, as the guy mentioned, but there are parts that clearly show the place’s original strength and beauty. People live here. Perhaps it is a little strange to bring the Black Lion, but unfortunately, a nest of Hunters—even if he’s promised safe passage—is enough to make Shiro take precaution. He’s not going to be caught despite lowering his guard somewhat to trust a man he’s never met before.
Stepping up to the front foyer, Shiro lifts his arm and knocks on the door. A simple black sleeveless jacket is zipped up over a one-armed long-sleeved turtle neck of dark gray. It’s only one-armed because Shiro only has one arm. Well, one real arm. His right arm is replaced by a mechanical prosthetic of rather impressive technology, designed to mimic the shape and outline of his natural arm. Galra technology. A “gift” from his captors. The result of experimentation done on him. A pair of black pants and boots complete the ensemble in shades of gray. It’s not formal, but it’s neat at least.]