[ 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. ]
[ 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...
[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.
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i met another princess.
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left on top of allura's pillow sometime after tdm shenanigans idk
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text | username: xXx_trueblue_xXx
hows the noble district treating you today??
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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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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;