[ nice effort to put a lighter spin on a conversation that promises to be dreary, not that shiro shows much appreciation for it. it’s true though, of course. more than just fast food honestly. before finding himself whisked away to be employed by adi, it’d been a while since he’s eaten what he would call regular food. hunk tries, coran -- unfortunately -- tries, to work with the limited food options available on the castleship, but while sometimes the taste is fine, the consistency, especially of the food goo, is less desirable. so the last couple of days haven’t only been about rediscovering different flavor profiles, it’s been about experiencing food texture again. too bad his appetite has been minimal.
he forces it here though and finally takes a bite of that thoroughly ketchup’d fry. sweet, salty, crunchy -- he remembers a time when he used to down fries one after the other, but here, it’s looking like it’ll be five minutes before he finishes the one. he frowns and goes back to dunking. ]
I always thought it was only a matter of getting back to Earth. Then life would pick up right where we left it.
[ after the war and after voltron, they could simply slip right back into their old lives, or the parts of them unrelated to the garrison, which doesn’t leave much of anything for shiro. garrison aside, they could pursue new goals and develop a new routine of normalcy, where the biggest stress in their lives would be making school or work deadlines. he’s beginning to wonder though; if a fast food restaurant has him side-eyeing the simplicity of it, then how is he ever going to feel right slowing down for regularity? ]
Maybe it’ll be different when we’re in our own time, back in Arizona, racing around in our old stomping grounds.
[ now he’s the one trying to put a nicer spin on it. he offers up a half-smile, briefly looking up, but then he looks right back down to his ketchup. but maybe not is the tail-end he wants to say but doesn’t. doesn’t matter, he supposes, whether or not he’s too wired for violence and the fast pace of war, he probably won’t make it back to their earth when everything is said an’ done anyway. not when haggar seems intent to finish things with him and the black lion is unpredictable in his favor; both together seem to point toward disaster. ]
perhaps that is why he feels so odd.
he forces it here though and finally takes a bite of that thoroughly ketchup’d fry. sweet, salty, crunchy -- he remembers a time when he used to down fries one after the other, but here, it’s looking like it’ll be five minutes before he finishes the one. he frowns and goes back to dunking. ]
I always thought it was only a matter of getting back to Earth. Then life would pick up right where we left it.
[ after the war and after voltron, they could simply slip right back into their old lives, or the parts of them unrelated to the garrison, which doesn’t leave much of anything for shiro. garrison aside, they could pursue new goals and develop a new routine of normalcy, where the biggest stress in their lives would be making school or work deadlines. he’s beginning to wonder though; if a fast food restaurant has him side-eyeing the simplicity of it, then how is he ever going to feel right slowing down for regularity? ]
Maybe it’ll be different when we’re in our own time, back in Arizona, racing around in our old stomping grounds.
[ now he’s the one trying to put a nicer spin on it. he offers up a half-smile, briefly looking up, but then he looks right back down to his ketchup. but maybe not is the tail-end he wants to say but doesn’t. doesn’t matter, he supposes, whether or not he’s too wired for violence and the fast pace of war, he probably won’t make it back to their earth when everything is said an’ done anyway. not when haggar seems intent to finish things with him and the black lion is unpredictable in his favor; both together seem to point toward disaster. ]