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Happy Holidays, @sharpstarshooter! I was your secret santa this year, and I noticed you didn't have an 'answered' banner for Lance, so this is for you! I hope you like it!
This is the b/w sketch I used for the banner, if you would also like it. It's yours, so feel free to edit/color/use it for anything!
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“Hey. Did you know? I can’t take it anymore. Seriously I’m at my limit.”
Lance is suddenly approached by... A pretty abrasive guy. Are the forces of bi solidarity bringing them together? Is it fate? Who knows. But this stranger seems really torn up over something.
“I need to pet a fluffy animal. It can be a dog, cat, or a gerbil. I don’t care. But it has to be cute and I need to pet it. Thank you for offering to help me.”
.... He definitely didn’t wait for a response.
HOW MANY TIMES WOULD THIS happen? even now he could feel his irritation begin to rise at the accusation, that he had stolen something from the convenience store he had found himself in to get something to drink. minding his own business in the corner, it was bound to happen, though without any substantial proof and claims that the cameras were down at the moment to attest his claim. leaving it only between the employee and himself, voice raised in protest at the unfair treatment.
❝ And I’M telling you that I didn’t steal anything! Are you even listening? Look, that guy has been here the whole time, too. He’ll tell you the same thing I just did. ❞ pointing over toward the random bystander, he only hopes the other wouldn’t mind stepping in to help. at least until he pauses, taking in the features of just who it is he just dragged in to the fray. ❝ Wait... Lance? ❞
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“Have you seen this? Their having a sale in the market today.” The flier did give out a info of get 1 buy 2 deal on tomatoes in the farmer market. It looks great and possibly he’s already moving to the market.
I think its time to give the blue boi a rest so, dropping Lance McClain from Voltron. He was housed in TownHouse 213. Thanks for the memories!
Dropped for you!
--Mod Lyra
Now that the semester is done. I'd like to reapp Lance Mcclain from Voltron please. I'll be taking him from a different canon point so his app can be found at /application or by clicking the 01. on his blog. Thank you for your time.
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Lance!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 213.
You’ll retain everything you were given previously.
– mod altair.
✘ , 💧 , 🔥
Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?
Something to note is that… Darrell finds antagonistic relationships to be a comfortable way to interact with people. He often sees verbal and physical fighting as just good fun and nothing to actually resent the other party over, so it’s rare that someone crosses the line and actually makes him dislike them. Back home… he sincerely doesn’t enjoy being around T.K.O. and Mr. Gar, and would really rather not be around them. I’d also say he “detests” Travis Touchdown, but even though probably should avoid him, Darrell’s emotions tend to get the better of him and make him want to confront him.
Are there any places they avoid? If so, why?
Back home? His server room (for the same reason it’s scary to drill a hole in your own head) and Logic Cuts (who is that other dog). In IR, the only places he really avoids are where the villain lounge was (he’s still banned) and places he knows Travis will be (Travis).
What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?
Hm… I don’t know!
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The bulk of Flatt’s clothes lay in a pile on the sand, gathering grains. He propped his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest. He’d managed to purchase a set of offensively loud swim trunks and he intended to take full advantage of them.
He’d grown up in Monaco, not far from the water. But his parents shipped him to London when he was 10, and while England was an island, it just wasn’t the same.
He assessed the area. There was a short pier stretching out into the ocean. It was largely empty. With a grin, he took off running. The sand made it difficult to build up speed but by the time he reached the wood he was moving at a respectable place. He jumped off the end and tucked his knees in close. “CANON BALL!” The resulting splash hit everyone in the immediate area. Not that their glares would stop him. He waded back to the shore, set on a repeat performance.
