[Oh. He's home. Keith freezes mid-step and reminds himself that he needs to actually not suck at this right now.
He's currently awkwardly clutching a basket that is... well it's a mess. One side is literally a piece of every kind of colored fruit he could get his hands on and the other is a jumble of every colored flower he could find. ...he'd thought he might try to make it look, you know, nice, but mostly it looks like a six year old's craft project or something.]
You are here. [Good? Good.] I... are you okay?
[Yeah?] I wanted to... I wanted to apologize. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You're my friend, and I... [He sucks. And he's bad at this. And he's not making eye contact. He's staring at his stupid apology basket. It's the worst basket. He's the worst friend.]
[Keith... got him an apology basket. Made him one. And despite wanting to hold on to the stinging, hurt feelings of being avoided, Hunk can feel them being soothed with Keith's awkward but earnest attempt to apologise to him. Even though he's apologising for the thing Hunk never blamed him for.
He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at Keith and then he walks out in the hall. He's just going to reach out, gently moving to pluck the basket from his grip.]
Keith, I was never mad about that? I never blamed you for a second. So, you're already forgiven, y'know? [He turns the basket around in his hands, gazing down at it before looking at his face.]
[Keith lets Hunk take the sad little basket and then awkwardly... look at his hands, having no idea what to do with them for a moment before he well, crosses them. Because that's his go to.
Uh, yeah, you bit me. But I'm not killed, I'm alive?
[Hunk looks at him, his eyebrows raising like Keith are you going to argue with his forgiveness.]
I'm not gonna be upset at you for what could have happened. I'd have to get mad at everyone, in that case. [He pauses. Rotates the basket in his grip again, pursing his lips as he glances down at it.]
The only thing I was [am? it helps to talk about it, talking about your feelings always helps, is very important] actually upset about was-- I was worried about you, man. I didn't know where you were. I kept looking but I couldn't find you. And then I kept thinking you came back and I kept missing you and...
[He frees one hand, waving it jerkily. His eyes look suspiciously misty.]
[Sorry if he looks confused about that, Hunk. He's not exactly used to it. So give him a second while he thinks about this. Okay. So... Hunk's upset that he's been avoiding him... but not because he bit him.
There is some genuinely perplexed expressions going over Keith's face right now.]
Hunk's lips purse more and he leans to put the basket very gently on the floor before he fixes this look on Keith.
Keith's forgiven with the apology, he really is, Hunk's not the type to be mad (always just worried to the point of being upset) but he does extend his arms apart in what is probably a familiar move at this point since Keith is the only one Hunk can glom onto in this place.
And he's looking at him expectantly.
Hug. Hug and all will be truly forgiven. THIS WEEK HAS SUCKED KEITH HE BECAME A WEREWOLF ALONE.]
[Because this isn't what he's used to!! He had started getting used to it as a paladin, but then he ran off to join the Blades and. Well.
Anyway, he watches Hunk as he puts that basket down, not entirely sure what is going on here at all. But oh.
Really?
Is it that easy? Should he really be forgiven that easily? PROBABLY NOT. But it's hard to argue when he really doesn't want to argue. Yeah, hugging. Please.
Keith steps forward and more or less just tips straight forward into Hunk's chest, moving to wind his arms around him.]
[Hunk puts both arms around him gladly when Keith does, giving him a solid, warm squeeze and exhaling... what sounds to be a relieved sigh. His shoulders slump, tension oozing straight out of them.]
Whenever you wanna apologise this is all you gotta do, you know? But thanks for the basket. It's really cute.
[He's going to put the flowers in a vase and make the fruit into a dessert or maybe a fruit salad and they're going to enjoy it as buddies. Reconciliation fruit salad!]
[Okay. Hugging. Keith... feels better actually. And he looks sheepish, genuinely sheepish because, well..]
...it's not cute.
[It's just a sad little basket. But he tried. Story of Keith's life right there. But he will happily eat reconciliation fruit salad so there's that at least.]
One hundred percent. Perfect. A plus. You can upgrade the hug to a 'certainty' if you want, but that's up to you.
[Hunk says it firmly, emphatically, and then laughs and gives Keith a brief, one-armed hug, jostling him roughly, in an earnest friendly way before reaching down to grab the basket.
He swings it lightly and nods his head toward the kitchen.]
C'mon. Let's make some fruit salad, and put these flowers in a vase or--a cup. Probably a cup.
[He will do his best! He will do his absolute best to not screw this up again. He's good at screwing up though, has a unique talent for it in a way that defies all sorts of physics.
[Thoroughly not expecting that question it takes Keith a moment to figure out why he's even being asked it. It eventually registers and he's quick to nod.]
No, yeah. Of course. I'm good. Better now. [With amends having been made.]
[Though to Keith it just feels like they're still stuck playing this game. Still, he looks up at Hunk, grateful for the reassurance.]
But we're no closer to getting out of this place. And they're still playing with us like we're toys for their amusement! I just..
[He is a very frustrated, restless thing. Especially after this werewolf nonsense. He did not like being unable to control himself. He has outbursts and doesn't always deal with his emotions well, but that's with a great deal of self control.]
We could be getting closer. Maybe it's all leading up to us getting out of here...
And even if it's not, we'll figure out a way. Maybe we'll get a chance to get a Lion and it'll be simple as blasting off the planet.
[Hunk's the type to try to soothe those frustrated, restless feelings, and just shakes his head. He puts his hand on Keith's shoulder and squeezes firmly.] You vent whenever you need to, man. I'll listen.
[But no-one helps Hunk with cooking!!! YALL RUIN IT no he's just innocently surprised but then he thinks about it.]
Sure thing, man. Here you go. You can chop 'em up, bite-sized pieces are good. [He slides a cutting board across the counter space, followed by a knife. Not Keith's galra knife. A cooking knife.]
[Wow, Hunk. He will ruin nothing!! If there is no actual cooking involve. He can be helpful. Totally.
And hey yeah Hunk is gonna let him. Hooray.
Keith picks up the knife and without thinking too much about it starts fiddling with it, more or less spinning it between his fingers as he reaches for the fruit. A little nod and he starts cutting.
This he actually is good at. Keith and knives are a good match up. He's making short work of cutting the fruit down.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 01:36 am (UTC)He's currently awkwardly clutching a basket that is... well it's a mess. One side is literally a piece of every kind of colored fruit he could get his hands on and the other is a jumble of every colored flower he could find. ...he'd thought he might try to make it look, you know, nice, but mostly it looks like a six year old's craft project or something.]
You are here. [Good? Good.] I... are you okay?
[Yeah?] I wanted to... I wanted to apologize. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You're my friend, and I... [He sucks. And he's bad at this. And he's not making eye contact. He's staring at his stupid apology basket. It's the worst basket. He's the worst friend.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 01:47 am (UTC)He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at Keith and then he walks out in the hall. He's just going to reach out, gently moving to pluck the basket from his grip.]
Keith, I was never mad about that? I never blamed you for a second. So, you're already forgiven, y'know? [He turns the basket around in his hands, gazing down at it before looking at his face.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 02:11 am (UTC)But he looks up at Hunk anyway when he speaks.]
But I bit you! I could have killed you!
[Were you not paying attention, Hunk?]
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Date: 2018-06-27 02:22 am (UTC)[Hunk looks at him, his eyebrows raising like Keith are you going to argue with his forgiveness.]
I'm not gonna be upset at you for what could have happened. I'd have to get mad at everyone, in that case. [He pauses. Rotates the basket in his grip again, pursing his lips as he glances down at it.]
The only thing I was [am? it helps to talk about it, talking about your feelings always helps, is very important] actually upset about was-- I was worried about you, man. I didn't know where you were. I kept looking but I couldn't find you. And then I kept thinking you came back and I kept missing you and...
[He frees one hand, waving it jerkily. His eyes look suspiciously misty.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 02:46 am (UTC)[Sorry if he looks confused about that, Hunk. He's not exactly used to it. So give him a second while he thinks about this. Okay. So... Hunk's upset that he's been avoiding him... but not because he bit him.
There is some genuinely perplexed expressions going over Keith's face right now.]
I... I guess I didn't think. I'm really sorry.
[He is. Genuinely.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 02:49 am (UTC)Hunk's lips purse more and he leans to put the basket very gently on the floor before he fixes this look on Keith.
Keith's forgiven with the apology, he really is, Hunk's not the type to be mad (always just worried to the point of being upset) but he does extend his arms apart in what is probably a familiar move at this point since Keith is the only one Hunk can glom onto in this place.
And he's looking at him expectantly.
Hug. Hug and all will be truly forgiven. THIS WEEK HAS SUCKED KEITH HE BECAME A WEREWOLF ALONE.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 07:58 pm (UTC)Anyway, he watches Hunk as he puts that basket down, not entirely sure what is going on here at all. But oh.
Really?
Is it that easy? Should he really be forgiven that easily? PROBABLY NOT. But it's hard to argue when he really doesn't want to argue. Yeah, hugging. Please.
Keith steps forward and more or less just tips straight forward into Hunk's chest, moving to wind his arms around him.]
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Date: 2018-06-27 09:19 pm (UTC)Whenever you wanna apologise this is all you gotta do, you know? But thanks for the basket. It's really cute.
[He's going to put the flowers in a vase and make the fruit into a dessert or maybe a fruit salad and they're going to enjoy it as buddies. Reconciliation fruit salad!]
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Date: 2018-06-30 02:03 am (UTC)...it's not cute.
[It's just a sad little basket. But he tried. Story of Keith's life right there. But he will happily eat reconciliation fruit salad so there's that at least.]
But... yeah. Okay. I get it.
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Date: 2018-06-30 03:08 am (UTC)[Hunk's arms tighten briefly and he pulls back to give him a very scrutinising look. All right. Pop quiz time.]
So, if you ever accidentally hurt me again in any way, what's the plan to apologise? It can be more than a one-step plan. So let's hear it.
[POP QUIZ DON'T FUCK IT UP]
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Date: 2018-06-30 03:20 am (UTC)[He sort of mostly really gets it, Hunk. But ugh pop quizzes why this. Okay.]
...don't run off into the woods alone. And... say I'm sorry instead of avoiding you for days.
[How's he doing so far?] ...maybe a hug? And apology baskets are optional?
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Date: 2018-06-30 03:23 am (UTC)[Hunk says it firmly, emphatically, and then laughs and gives Keith a brief, one-armed hug, jostling him roughly, in an earnest friendly way before reaching down to grab the basket.
He swings it lightly and nods his head toward the kitchen.]
C'mon. Let's make some fruit salad, and put these flowers in a vase or--a cup. Probably a cup.
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Date: 2018-07-01 02:33 am (UTC)[He will do his best! He will do his absolute best to not screw this up again. He's good at screwing up though, has a unique talent for it in a way that defies all sorts of physics.
But for now at least he's forgiven, and he nods.]
Sounds good. ...Thanks, Hunk.
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Date: 2018-07-01 01:05 pm (UTC)Yeah. You're welcome, buddy.
Are you okay, by the way? [And his expression changes solidly into concern.]
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Date: 2018-07-03 01:02 am (UTC)[Thoroughly not expecting that question it takes Keith a moment to figure out why he's even being asked it. It eventually registers and he's quick to nod.]
No, yeah. Of course. I'm good. Better now. [With amends having been made.]
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Date: 2018-07-03 11:47 am (UTC)Okay, good. And I'm good too.
[He just leaves out the part where he had big fuzzy werewolf feets and also killed a bunny. Keith doesn't need to know.]
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Date: 2018-07-03 12:33 pm (UTC)[He worries, Hunk. He does. But well, Hunk seems himself and that's a reassuring thing. Keith trots along after him towards the kitchen anyway.]
I'm... I'm really sick of this place messing with us. And not being able to do anything about it.
[He's so angry about it honestly.]
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Date: 2018-07-03 10:18 pm (UTC)We did do something about it. I mean-- people here came up with a cure for the werewolf thing. That's something, Keith.
[NOT HELPLESS.]
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Date: 2018-07-04 10:48 pm (UTC)[Though to Keith it just feels like they're still stuck playing this game. Still, he looks up at Hunk, grateful for the reassurance.]
But we're no closer to getting out of this place. And they're still playing with us like we're toys for their amusement! I just..
[He is a very frustrated, restless thing. Especially after this werewolf nonsense. He did not like being unable to control himself. He has outbursts and doesn't always deal with his emotions well, but that's with a great deal of self control.]
Sorry. [For the outburst just then. He's good.]
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Date: 2018-07-04 11:37 pm (UTC)And even if it's not, we'll figure out a way. Maybe we'll get a chance to get a Lion and it'll be simple as blasting off the planet.
[Hunk's the type to try to soothe those frustrated, restless feelings, and just shakes his head. He puts his hand on Keith's shoulder and squeezes firmly.] You vent whenever you need to, man. I'll listen.
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Date: 2018-07-08 08:55 pm (UTC)[Keith appreciates the fact that Hunk is so good at talking him down. He really is reassuring to have around.]
Thanks. I mean it I... I really appreciate it.
[A lot.]
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Date: 2018-07-08 09:08 pm (UTC)Yeah, you're welcome. Anytime, really.
[NOW. Fruit salad. This is gonna taste good af.]
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Date: 2018-07-09 02:21 am (UTC)...can I help?
[He's terrible at cooking, but pretty good with a knife, so this might actually be okay.]
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Date: 2018-07-09 09:48 pm (UTC)[But no-one helps Hunk with cooking!!! YALL RUIN IT no he's just innocently surprised but then he thinks about it.]
Sure thing, man. Here you go. You can chop 'em up, bite-sized pieces are good. [He slides a cutting board across the counter space, followed by a knife. Not Keith's galra knife. A cooking knife.]
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Date: 2018-07-10 12:29 am (UTC)And hey yeah Hunk is gonna let him. Hooray.
Keith picks up the knife and without thinking too much about it starts fiddling with it, more or less spinning it between his fingers as he reaches for the fruit. A little nod and he starts cutting.
This he actually is good at. Keith and knives are a good match up. He's making short work of cutting the fruit down.]
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