[ congrats!! you are now the proud owner of one (1) toy mouse (?? where's its nose), currently sitting on top of a note, its thin, ALL CAPS handwriting probably unfamiliar to allura, but it's in bright blue ink so... you know. ]
and admittedly, a genuinely sweet gesture from Lance so she's going to tuck that note away for safekeeping and will probably keep the mouse propped up somewhere near the head of her bed.
and is going to ignore the fact that Lance snuck into her bedroom without her permission. she'll thank him later.]
It is going well, not too busy today besides a few children kicking up temper tantrums when taken to the clinic...
[this is text so her Disdain cannot be heard.]
You've not seen Platt around, have you? He had been with me this morning but I believe he ran off towards the market district the moment he saw someone walking by with a large loaf of bread.
aww poor kiddos distressed kidlings are a handful hope they didnt give you too hard a time!
[ flashbacks to his nieces and nephews having tantrums tbh. ]
but no sorry i havent seen platt at all maybe h
[ and then his responses stop for about two, three minutes. by the end of it, allura will be receiving a message with a photo attached, of platt looking guilty as he is held up by his scruff. ]
nvm got him im giving him a stern lecture right now about not trying to eat peoples bread while theyre selling them which hes probably ignoring but dont say i dont know discipline
They're mostly just giving their parents a hard time. They seem to get candy afterwards so I honestly do not see what the big deal is.
[only child Allura never having to deal with youngsters on the regular.
she's also about to send him a flurry of texts back when he just cuts himself off, but suddenly she can hear Platt's complaints faintly over their telepathic link, and well--
it's not hard to put two and two together.]
If it helps, he's listening enough to call you rude words. But I'm glad you caught him.
He's...got a bit of a habit of running off with other people's food. Would you be able to keep an eye on him until I get off my shift?
yeah sure no problem take all the time you need! me and platt here are gonna make a boys day of it tell him if hes nice theres a space donut in the future for him
[ not too long after the chaos of the explosion at the market district, lance will be phoning allura's number. keith has gone off to do his keith-vengeance-on-mission thing, and lance is left to rally up the rest of the troups, touching base.
he tries not to worry too much when all he reaches is her mailbox. ]
Hey — Allura? You alright? You probably already heard about the thing at the Market District. I'm fine, [ he adds hastily, an afterthought. ] Keith too... [ he trails off uncertainly. ] Get back to either of us as soon as you can, okay? Stay safe...
[she gets back to him about an hour or so later. via text, because she still looks a wreck following the explosion at the market district and her helping civilians. also because she was caught in the blast and WHILE NOT SICK JUST YET she--
ok well. it's just text. just because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
I had been shopping in the Market District when the explosion had happened, but I am fine. And I am glad to hear that both you and Keith are okay.
I apologize for not getting back sooner, I had been helping others in the aftermath. No one was hurt, but there had been...something in the air.
[ it's still too early that no one really knows the effects of it yet, but it's still worth asking... ]
yeah were fine i wasnt close at all
[ something he still kind of blames himself for. ]
keith was in another district entirely i think he went off to chase down some leads i was escorting some people home from the market but im heading there now where are you?
[What do you even get a princess for the holidays? Having to get a gift for a stranger is bad enough, but he's trying to put something out there for a few of his friends, too. He probably sent it before the gala, but it'll arrive by courier in Allura's hands after. Holiday mail, can't trust it.
He settles on a red journal with a lock and key (ignore the weird message thing) and a few fancy pens. There's also a plate of cheeses. There's no note unless she looks at the first page of the diary.]
Hey, Allura.
If you ever need to write anything down, you can use this. Maybe it'll give your rats something better to do than to read my own.
[JOKE'S ON YOU DYLAS because the mice are only a tiny bit offended about being called rats but they loved the cheese
and they're also the ones to come up to his place and deliver a small package in turn. it's something wrapped in a page from the journal, tied with a pink ribbon.
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i met another princess.
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Who was it?
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[Part of him's curious about whether they've met, or if she's part of anything Allura's familiar with, being an alien..]
she kept talking about zora people.
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When did you meet her? She has another friend who is also a Princess; Zelda.
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same time as you, again at the donation center.
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There are likely more.
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left on top of allura's pillow sometime after tdm shenanigans idk
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the quiznak
that is.......so cute...............
and admittedly, a genuinely sweet gesture from Lance so she's going to tuck that note away for safekeeping and will probably keep the mouse propped up somewhere near the head of her bed.
and is going to ignore the fact that Lance snuck into her bedroom without her permission.
she'll thank him later.]
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please don't go into her room.]
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text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx
hows the noble district treating you today??
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[this is text so her Disdain cannot be heard.]
You've not seen Platt around, have you? He had been with me this morning but I believe he ran off towards the market district the moment he saw someone walking by with a large loaf of bread.
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distressed kidlings are a handful
hope they didnt give you too hard a time!
[ flashbacks to his nieces and nephews having tantrums tbh. ]
but no sorry i havent seen platt at all
maybe h
[ and then his responses stop for about two, three minutes. by the end of it, allura will be receiving a message with a photo attached, of platt looking guilty as he is held up by his scruff. ]
nvm got him
im giving him a stern lecture right now about not trying to eat peoples bread while theyre selling them
which hes probably ignoring
but dont say i dont know discipline
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[only child Allura never having to deal with youngsters on the regular.
she's also about to send him a flurry of texts back when he just cuts himself off, but suddenly she can hear Platt's complaints faintly over their telepathic link, and well--
it's not hard to put two and two together.]
If it helps, he's listening enough to call you rude words. But I'm glad you caught him.
He's...got a bit of a habit of running off with other people's food. Would you be able to keep an eye on him until I get off my shift?
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take all the time you need!
me and platt here are gonna make a boys day of it
tell him if hes nice
theres a space donut in the future for him
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voicemail | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx
he tries not to worry too much when all he reaches is her mailbox. ]
Hey — Allura? You alright? You probably already heard about the thing at the Market District. I'm fine, [ he adds hastily, an afterthought. ] Keith too... [ he trails off uncertainly. ] Get back to either of us as soon as you can, okay? Stay safe...
[ please be okay please be okay please be okay ]
Okay — bye.
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ok well. it's just text. just because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
I had been shopping in the Market District when the explosion had happened, but I am fine. And I am glad to hear that both you and Keith are okay.
I apologize for not getting back sooner, I had been helping others in the aftermath. No one was hurt, but there had been...something in the air.
But I assure you, I am fine.
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yeah
it was some kind of gas i think
are you sure youre alright?
were you close by??
[ he can't believe he hadn't seen her.. then again, there were so many people there, and the chaos of it all— ]
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You do not need to worry.
[and then:]
Are you CERTAIN you and Keith are all right? Are you both at the flat?
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[ it's still too early that no one really knows the effects of it yet, but it's still worth asking... ]
yeah were fine
i wasnt close at all
[ something he still kind of blames himself for. ]
keith was in another district entirely
i think he went off to chase down some leads
i was escorting some people home from the market but im heading there now
where are you?
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action; next day bs
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delivery;
He settles on a red journal with a lock and key (ignore the weird message thing) and a few fancy pens. There's also a plate of cheeses. There's no note unless she looks at the first page of the diary.]
Hey, Allura.
If you ever need to write anything down, you can use this. Maybe it'll give your rats something better to do than to read my own.
Your friend,
Dylas
[Suck it, space mice, he just called y'all rats.]
delivery;
and they're also the ones to come up to his place and deliver a small package in turn. it's something wrapped in a page from the journal, tied with a pink ribbon.
in it is a charm bracelet with a squid charm.
on the paper, there's also a small note:]
Dear Dylas,
Thank you kindly for the gift. I know I will use it well.
I found this bracelet at Olympia's Market Place. It reminded me of you.
Sincerely your friend,
Allura
P.S. the MICE loved the cheese you gave them