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super cali swagilistic sexy hella dopeness ([personal profile] competing) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2017-08-06 07:12 pm

pretend it's allura in the icon instead of hunk

Who: allura ([personal profile] juniberries, keith ([personal profile] emblazes), & lance ([personal profile] competing)
What: the daily lives of your resident voltrons
When: time is but a human construct
Where: house 59 mostly
Warning(s): one day we'll get over this season 3 high but that day is not today sorry about it



lmao in yo face keith

emblazes: (pic#10469738)

lena started it

[personal profile] emblazes 2017-08-25 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, definitely more difficult to disagree with Allura. Doesn't quite have the same flow.

Or satisfaction.

He mumbles something about not looking like a purple Fla'ryngo anyway. He's got his wallet and knife, so he's ready to go, reluctant as his posture indicates, arms crossed, abundantly petulant.]


This better not take all day.

[He's got vargas of alone time planned.]
juniberries: (armour; sans helmet)

i'm dropping the game bc of this bye losers

[personal profile] juniberries 2017-08-25 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[It's totally because Keith is Weird when it comes to authority figures which you are not, Lance.

But whatever the case may be, this shopping trip is well underway. She has some spare currency tucked away on her person (because a princess knows to buy dresses with pockets) and she'll take to Lance's side, glad to be out of the house doing something remarkably mundane but something she's been wanting to do with friends for quite some time.
]

I'm thinking new shoes. The boots on my flightsuit are still suitable for travel, but I do find myself lacking the usual amount of footwear that had been available back on the Castle.

[Even if she's only worn like. A total of Two outfits but whatever that's cartoon logic and this is Reality.]
emblazes: (pic#11359073)

voltron discourse in nasa

[personal profile] emblazes 2017-08-25 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Keith will be, of course, bringing up the rear, at least six paces behind his companions. He can hear the conversation just fine, follow it just as well too, but he has nothing of merit to contribute...further solidifying the fact that this is going to be the most cumbersome thing he's had to do since....since actually arriving here.

Y'all have fun talking about shoes and whatnot. He'll be busy making sure nobody decides to jump them while, simultaneously listening for signs of their lions. Doing important stuff.]