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[mousewhisperer]

Who: Allura (mousewhisperer), Lance (ceruleo)
When: Day 11, following Ahsoka's talk re: missing members
Where: The Ruined Hull // around
What: Lance goes seeking Allura


[ Allura might not be one of those five people missing, but she certainly hasn't been very present. Certainly she's not found at the campfire, but mostly because the Ruined Hull still holds her attention. After living so long in a space ship (...or sleeping in one), it's hard to entirely let them go.

But after poking about, and possibly getting lost in some of the more complicated rooms, she emerges. Mostly to collect the pearl-looking things from the Trilobite Queen's body, so she can figure out how to get that command room to work. ]

Comments

[mousewhisperer]

[ WELL. It is better than nothing, but Allura still stares at with something akin to disappointment for a moment.

Then she brightens. It's something, and it means they can go exploring further. Right? ]

There's a lot more of this map to fill in. I wonder if it will update as we move forward.

[ Because that's the direction they're going, right? Always forward. ] Good job on getting this. We'll figure this planet out yet.

[ceruleo]

[ At Allura's praise, Lance blooms like a parched flower, grin brighter than Kharas' sun at noon. ]

Right? Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. [ He gestures with one finger in a circle. ] Alright, now turn around. Let's see what we can do with this mess.

[mousewhisperer]

Where did you learn to braid hair anyway?

[ She turns in a circle, still a little dubious as she does. ] And why do you want to?

[ It's a really strange request. ]

[ceruleo]

Didn't I tell you I have sister? 'Cause I have sisters, and they would kill me if I let a beautiful lady like yourself wander around with that bird's nest you've got going on!

[ He wants to because it's familiar, because he's good at it, because he's sure Allura would look spectacular with a braid--but he doesn't say any of that, just sets straight to work, combing his fingers through the fluffy, cotton-like cloud. It doesn't quite have the texture of human hair, which he finds fascinating; it's almost spongy, for one thing, and contracts in his fingers like actual fluffy cotton fiber. ]

Your hair feels way different, it's pretty cool.

[mousewhisperer]

If we ever get out of here and you return to Earth, I'd like to meet them.

[ She's curious, and would like to know more about - well, all of the paladins. Strangely enough, being on this planet has shown her that.

The bird's nest comment makes her wrinkle her nose, because Allura's still vain enough to not want to walk around with her hair looking like a disaster. ]

It's just hair. How does your hair feel?

[ It's not something she's considered, how hair feels. It's always just been her hair. ]

[ceruleo]

[ Being on this planet has certainly helped him see the size of the gap between Allura and himself--in culture, in outlook, in experience. His sisters, he thinks, would like her. ]

I dunno, just...different? [ His grin turns salacious, though she can't see it. ] Wanna touch it?

[mousewhisperer]

[ LANCE.

It's probably a good thing she can't see his face. ]

No. [ Just randomly touching someone's hair is odd.

Though now she will try to find a way to touch someone's hair. ] I'll take your word for it.

[ceruleo]

[ He shrugs. ] Suit yourself.

[ Using only his fingers and a sliver of sharp bone, he combs through the mass, gently untangling it. He hums as he works, almost meditative. It brings him satisfaction to see Allura's hair go from brown-grey to white again. ]

So, do you want like, a French braid? Dutch? Plain?

[mousewhisperer]

[ His agreement was surprisingly easy, which helped Allura relax a little, her shoulders easing.

It's nice to have someone comb her hair for her, something that hasn't happened in ages. Coran, for all that he was basically her uncle, wasn't the type to fuss over her hair.

And obviously Lance's sisters trained him well, as he's gentle when dealing with the tangles. ]

Uh... [ She has no idea what anyone of those are, but they can't look bad, right? ] A French braid.

[ceruleo]

Got it.

[ Her hair is fluffy, and he almost has difficulty splitting it into threes. Gently, he starts on either side of her head, drawing back strands until he can wind them together. He has, if nothing else, deft fingers that make for quick work. ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ The fluff has always been able to fit under a helmet, at least. But even Allura struggles with pulling it sometimes, so that's another impressive talent to add to Lance's skill set. ]

Your sisters taught you well. Do you miss them?

[ She misses her father still, and so far it hasn't gotten easier. Especially not with Coran, Keith, and Shiro still missing. ]

[ceruleo]

[ His hands slow for a moment. ]

Well, yeah.

[ His shrug can be felt all the way down his arms. ]

But whatever. Not much to do about it now, right?

[mousewhisperer]

[ Allura's expression softens, even though he can't see it. ] One day, we'll get off this planet.

[ Not that it means he'll be able to go home right after that. But one day.

As he finishes the braid, she turns to grin at him. ] Your sisters taught you well.

[ceruleo]

[ He leans back to admire the finished product, mouth quirking a bit. ]

Hm. We don't have anything to tie this with...just one sec.

[ Tying a natural braid takes a bit of finesse, but he gently makes a hole in the braid and pulls the end through, tugging it into place securely. He's relying on friction to keep everything solid, but given the state of Allura's hair before he got to it, it should hold. ]

There you go! Fit for a princess. [ Thumbs up! ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ Human gestures are still weird, but the thumbs up she knows well enough, thanks to spending so much time with the paladins. So she just grins at that, reaching up to feel the braid in her hair. ]

Thanks, Lance. It's better than trying to deal with it down in these suits.