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holtthephone➥ PREVIOUS THREAD.
"HOLD UP, TAKE A STEP BACK, WHEN WE ROLL UP, CAUSE I KNOW WHAT
WE BEEN LOYAL, WE BEEN FAM, WE THE ONES YOU TRUST IN
WON’T HESITATE TO GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR HEAD LIKE A CONCUSSION"
[ lord help him. how is it possible for things to be worse when a certain someone isn’t even on the planet anymore? no, not pidge ( though, seriously baby sis, if you spam his cell with another thirty plus text novel discussing how someone can legitimately die from space boredom and these are the reasons why, then he’s disowning you ). instead, he’s thinking of someone significantly more… mullet-ish.
shiro is his best friend ( and matt is his, shove off keith ) and on a good day, his sort-of-still idol that he’s never quite gotten over ( does anyone ever fully outgrow their hero worship of ex-golden boy? no. so it’s not weird ). but c o m e o n. it’s one thing to watch captain shirogane making heart eyes at the garrison’s favorite disciplinary issue and another thing entirely to listen to it.
oh matt~ he said he’d only be in a relationship with someone who he considers to be everything~
but matt, oh my goodness~ he called me his everything~
okay. his shiro impression is shitty, granted. but if he did it accurately—u g h, he can’t take that second-hand embarrassment a second time.
it’s time he took matters into his own hands, because for how capable shiro is at—oh, y’know—everything he seems to put his mind to ( except cooking, hot damn, never again shall he trust any food that man has so much as looked at ), he’s pretty hopeless when it comes to relationships.
so lounging in his swivel chair and feet propped on his desk ( in his apartment, kthx, the garrison knows how to furnish for its vips ), matt scrolls through his contacts. shiro’s bff #2: hey keith. click and text box opens. okay. let’s see… they’ve been gone a week now and by their calculations, they should have about three to four more days of travel, so he shouldn’t be interrupting anything other than, possibly, sleep.
eh. risk he’s willing to take. now, as a meme-lord, he needs a classy start. scroll, scroll, scroll—ah, alright. ]
you dying from space boredom too?
pidge swears it’s a thing
"HOLD UP, TAKE A STEP BACK, WHEN WE ROLL UP, CAUSE I KNOW WHAT
WE BEEN LOYAL, WE BEEN FAM, WE THE ONES YOU TRUST IN
WON’T HESITATE TO GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR HEAD LIKE A CONCUSSION"
[ lord help him. how is it possible for things to be worse when a certain someone isn’t even on the planet anymore? no, not pidge ( though, seriously baby sis, if you spam his cell with another thirty plus text novel discussing how someone can legitimately die from space boredom and these are the reasons why, then he’s disowning you ). instead, he’s thinking of someone significantly more… mullet-ish.
shiro is his best friend ( and matt is his, shove off keith ) and on a good day, his sort-of-still idol that he’s never quite gotten over ( does anyone ever fully outgrow their hero worship of ex-golden boy? no. so it’s not weird ). but c o m e o n. it’s one thing to watch captain shirogane making heart eyes at the garrison’s favorite disciplinary issue and another thing entirely to listen to it.
oh matt~ he said he’d only be in a relationship with someone who he considers to be everything~
but matt, oh my goodness~ he called me his everything~
okay. his shiro impression is shitty, granted. but if he did it accurately—u g h, he can’t take that second-hand embarrassment a second time.
it’s time he took matters into his own hands, because for how capable shiro is at—oh, y’know—everything he seems to put his mind to ( except cooking, hot damn, never again shall he trust any food that man has so much as looked at ), he’s pretty hopeless when it comes to relationships.
so lounging in his swivel chair and feet propped on his desk ( in his apartment, kthx, the garrison knows how to furnish for its vips ), matt scrolls through his contacts. shiro’s bff #2: hey keith. click and text box opens. okay. let’s see… they’ve been gone a week now and by their calculations, they should have about three to four more days of travel, so he shouldn’t be interrupting anything other than, possibly, sleep.
eh. risk he’s willing to take. now, as a meme-lord, he needs a classy start. scroll, scroll, scroll—ah, alright. ]
you dying from space boredom too?
pidge swears it’s a thing
