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.]
[Look at this show-off over here. Hunk watches him with amusement as he's getting down the biggest cup they own to, well, put his flowers in. Because flowers were a thing he got.
He's going to put these on the table while Keith is cutting.
And then he'll start scooping up cut pieces of fruit and adding them to a nice big bowl.]
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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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Date: 2018-07-10 12:40 am (UTC)He's going to put these on the table while Keith is cutting.
And then he'll start scooping up cut pieces of fruit and adding them to a nice big bowl.]