@galra-druid
Hunk made a ‘oof’ sound as he was tugged towards her. He smiled sheepishly at the guards, “We, humans can’t stay cramped in the cells for too long or we’ll become useless.” Like, Osera, he wasn’t a very good liar. So he tried harder to make it look convincing.
He shifted a little uncomfortably. If he lied for her. He might actually get some french fries she had gotten from the space mall. His stomach was grumblig with actual hunger. He had eaten the crap that the Galra serve him on a daily basis. Soup. It smelled bad. The thought of it, made him queasy.
As he walked along with her, he whispered, “Can I have some french fries now? You promised.”











