[ indeed, it's a certain lack of loneliness that comes with meeting allura. and, for the first time in a long time, his work seems to have purpose. perserving the universe, combating what zarkon has done to it . . . finding someone who doesn't seem to care where he came from, but rather seems him for who he is --
. . . the damn mouse.
there's a slight opening of his mouth, ready to ask allura what was wrong, or to apologize for overstepping his own boundaries, when lotor realizes why she suddenly pulled away. the mouse, tugging on her earring, demanding -- food? was that food? it vaguely sounded like food.
but lotor recovers quickly, with half a laugh, and he (modestly) brings allura's hand to his lips, to kiss her hand. a reassurance. ]
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. . . the damn mouse.
there's a slight opening of his mouth, ready to ask allura what was wrong, or to apologize for overstepping his own boundaries, when lotor realizes why she suddenly pulled away. the mouse, tugging on her earring, demanding -- food? was that food? it vaguely sounded like food.
but lotor recovers quickly, with half a laugh, and he (modestly) brings allura's hand to his lips, to kiss her hand. a reassurance. ]
It seems there is food, in the nearby vicinity.
[ easily enough. ]
Shall we?