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Fabian... doesn't talk about that sort of thing. Plus, he kinda had a lot going on at the time.
[It's not often you kill your dad, lose your eye and annihilate your vice-principal on the same day. And also, a new god was created at some point. Very busy day.]
I guess watch out around door posts?
[Riz hadn't really tried to make Fabian talk about what had happened (talking had never helped Riz, so why would it help Fabian) but he had tried, as subtly as he could, to nudge Fabian away from crashing into things on his blind side whenever the two of them were hanging out.]
[Okay, Allura can't help chuckling a bit to herself.]
That part is getting a bit easier, at least. My Pokémon and my housemates have been helpful on that front. (Especially Keith.)
[She will be merciful and spare Riz any emojis featuring hearts, blushes, or overly mushy smiles.]
At least Gorgug has the decency to be more subdued about these things. Fig though-- Riz has a feeling she is going to be as bad at Kristen if not worse.]
Can I give a tip?
[Hm...]
Not a bad idea. And I suppose I don't need to worry about anyone contradicting me.
[The kids were contrite enough that they don't wanna admit to beaning a lady in the face.]
It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but I still hope not.
[Look, she's not totally unscarred from her battles with Voltron, and some of her friends have much worse or more visible scars, but she hates to admit that she's a bit vain about her appearance.]
Exactly. For now, I shall be grateful that I'll regain my sight eventually, and I'm no stranger to how to ease scarring at this point.
Maybe you'd like some? They might be nice reminders of home.
[He's coming back from working at a local Sevii restaurant. He does odd restaurant jobs now to keep up on local recipes. So there are all the background tourist area type noises as he's returning.]
[Perfect timing, Allura and Amue are taking a water break from practicing their fight choreography. She's a bit surprised to be the only one of her friends competing this time, but the offer of decorations is very sweet.]
Thank you, Hunk. Yes, I'd love to see them.
A tiny Flittle hovers just slightly above the cushions of a couch, excitedly peeping at all the attention she's getting. The camera is wobbly, but it's on her enough to make it clear she's supposed to be the focus of this.]
Okay. Now sit.
[It takes a little effort, but she manages to force herself down to rest on the cushions for a few moments before she's back to hovering.]
Wow. Good job. That means you can have one treat.
[A small hand appears in frame, handing her a berry she takes excitedly.]
[If it helps, Allura is currently fiddling with the Gear in order to contact either Altea for herself or Arizona for Keith, and she thinks she might have gotten this channel by accident.]
Ah, hello? Can you hear me?
He freezes up for a moment while All Dressed bounces and cheeps in affirmation that yes, she can hear! Hello!]
Hello. I can hear you. [He glimpses round, just in case someone is watching and he's embarrassing himself looking at a recording.] Can you hear me?
[Okay good, someone versed in communications. Clearly a "human," she thinks Keith called them.]
Yes, I can hear you. I am... [wait, best be cautious about the "princess" status] Allura. May I ask your name?
[Maybe not the smartest thing for him to say, but this is not a kid who's ever been left unsupervised. He's never had to learn that kind of safety.
He picks up the device, turning it away from the Flittle and toward himself.]
[Parks, why.]
Ah, that's all right. [Dangit, she was hoping for parents and transportation.] Are you familiar with either Altea or Arizona?
I think Arizona's far. Is that where you are?
No, it's where my friend is trying to go. We've somehow been kidnapped and need to return home.
[This is not the most sound of logic, and it's honestly altered since he'd woken up that morning. Everyone seems too real for it to be a regular dream, but a shared dream (?) still makes more sense than this actually happening.]
A... dream?
[She raises an eyebrow. She's fairly certain this is reality.]
And what makes you think this is a dream?
[Duh.]
They look like perfectly plausible species, albeit ones from any planet's ecosystem I'm familiar with.
[He sounds very sure of himself, right up until the rest of her sentence catches up to him. Then he looks completely bewildered.]
What planet? Only Earth can have animals...
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