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Lmao this season was weird af and i know i’m not on here anymore (and also can’t access my activity page for some reason?) but wooooow
Anyway if y’all are still following me and see this hit me up on discord it’s right here and i love y’all
tho i am thinking of making kuro an actual real OC so if anyone wants to help me with that pls,,, i’m no good at scifi
“Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.”
— Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight
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pure-of-heart:
It’s a momentary struggle to keep the smile off of his face. But Shiro just shrugs, glancing over his shoulder slyly at Kuro. “It’s a dinner time story parents on Earth tell their kids so they don’t eat too much bread,” he confides, voice quiet and conspiratory.
“Oh.” Kuro’s voice is soft, and he nods. Too much bread is bad, apparently. News to him, but then again, so is everything else. “So it doesn’t actually happen then? It’s safe t’ eat bread?”
pure-of-heart:
“Bread.” Shiro chuckles again, rolling his eyes. “You know, at some point, you’re gonna eat so much bread you’ll either burst, or you’ll turn into a piece of bread yourself!” He stands and grabs Kuro’s hand, tugs him to his feet. “Let’s see what we can find.”
Once pulled to his feet, Kuro stumbles behind his brother and eventually keeps pace. “Wait, can... can that happen?” He narrows his eyes. “Can I turn inta bread? ‘s that a thing that people can do?”
pure-of-heart:
He chuckles, tugging at his brother’s hair gently. “Whatcha want? Gotta speak up!”
Kuro scrunches up his face and sticks his tongue out. “Food. Bread. I dunno. ‘m just hungry.”
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commander-holt:
"You think they have a trampoline park all the way out here in space?" She curious, and the urge to jump hit her for some reason.
“I dunno. What’s a trampoline park?”
patiiencefocus:
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“…oh, that’s not good…”
“Takkyun!” Kuro’s head poked up between fallen boxes, limbs flailing as he stabilized himself. “What the fuck was that?! I thought ya knew how ta fly!”
leaderchosen:
The discomfort displayed by tucking his arms into himself didn’t go unnoticed, pulling at Shiro’s heartstrings. He understood Kuro’s feelings in his own way. The most modifications to him were his arm and the improvement of his health, as far as he knew. He may not remember it all, but of what he did, Shiro wasn’t particularly keen on remembering it either. Wanting to fight the memories, ignore them and move on with his life. But he knew from personal experience that trying to ignore it didn’t really make it all go away, but if he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it, how could he have someone else?
Shiro nodded. “I understand. Very well, actually, and I would never force you to talk unless you wanted to. Perhaps it won’t change what happened, but it might still help lift a weight off your shoulders should you ever decide that you want to talk about it. Until then, though,” he gave Kuro a soft smile, “do you want to do something to get your mind off of it?”
Shiro was soft. He was kind. He was everything that Kuro didn’t understand and didn’t trust. Kindness came with a price, and one higher than Kuro wanted to pay.
Yet there was that tiny little ache in his heart. The little ache from when he was still fresh out of the tanks and scared of the world. The stupid little ache that grew larger and larger when he focused on it and made his chest tighten and his eyes burn.
The ache that only went away when he was held by--
“Yeah. Let’s. Let’s do that.” Kuro shoved himself upright, the chair clattering behind him. His hands balled into fists on top of the table with his nails digging into his palms. He turned and brushed shoulders past Shiro without looking back. “Let’s go. I’ve got an itch t’ fight somethin’ anyway.”
silentpiilot:
On the outside, he kept his composure. On the inside, he was a little worried. He looked similar to Shiro, but he wasn’t going to question anything right now. He was injured and needed help. Kinkade kept his sniper in his eyesight, but he did leave it alone. His hands were up in the air, keeping his distance.
“ I am an MFE of the Garrison, officer Kinkade. Now, tell me who you are and what happened. ”
He knew the Garrison. It was where Shiro was. So this kid was where Shiro was, huh.
“’M called Kuro. Went t’ find a fight, an’ found one. Bot got me pretty hard.” Kuro shrugged with his uninjured side and stared up at Kinkade. “Nothin’ I can’t really handle though. I’ve been clearin’ out these tunnels for a while. Since, yanno, most people don’t trust something like me.”
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