[Hunk found himself running late to the class, thanks to a last minute customer taking forever to decide if he wanted an apple tart, or a peach one. Despite the young baker's assurances that both were equally delicious, it took a frustrating fifteen minutes for the guy to finally pick a freaking set of cupcakes instead. By the time Hunk finished counting out the till, and completed his closing duties, he was running into the garden at least twenty minutes late to the advance Dunamis class.
As much as he enjoyed his lessons with Allura, Hunk was someone open to learning from as many sources as possible. Since being positive was a relative strong area for him, he figured starting with that class would be a good idea. It should be a easy show of what he considered his strong foundation. Except he didn't count on the pair of tigers involved.
Entering the garden, Hunk finds himself immediately tensing up as he finds a group of other trainees huddled together on one side, and on the other are two pissy cats staring each other down. Okay, that's not fair to the tiger. Anyone would get irritated at having Kolivan frowning at them down the way he is.
Somehow, he's sure Keith knew the alien rebel leader was going to be in this class, and he hadn't warned his boyfriend in the slightest. Hunk is still working on warming up to the giant Galra. Compared to Thace, he is significantly harder to read, and is always so... serious. Plus, there's the whole taking Keith on deadly missions, and instilling all that "Knowledge or Death" bullshit in him that rubs Hunk wrong on many levels.
Too late to back out of the class now though!
Hunk sucks in a deep breath, and exhales it slowly, focusing on happier thoughts. Like how cute Gordon looked sleeping this morning, laying on her back, her stubby little feet kicking in the air. Or how delicious his new cake recipe came out. Can't forget that he also got to hear some of Keith's singing to the lava pepper plant last night too. All those good, pleasant thoughts create a flurry of flowers around him, and fills the air with their sweet scent.
Moving closer to the frowny, grumbly pair of felines, Hunk smiles at the four-legged one being overly scrutinized. His cheerful mix of spring flowers bumps against the line of wilted ones, as if gently trying to encourage their dying brethren to return to life.]
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As much as he enjoyed his lessons with Allura, Hunk was someone open to learning from as many sources as possible. Since being positive was a relative strong area for him, he figured starting with that class would be a good idea. It should be a easy show of what he considered his strong foundation. Except he didn't count on the pair of tigers involved.
Entering the garden, Hunk finds himself immediately tensing up as he finds a group of other trainees huddled together on one side, and on the other are two pissy cats staring each other down. Okay, that's not fair to the tiger. Anyone would get irritated at having Kolivan frowning at them down the way he is.
Somehow, he's sure Keith knew the alien rebel leader was going to be in this class, and he hadn't warned his boyfriend in the slightest. Hunk is still working on warming up to the giant Galra. Compared to Thace, he is significantly harder to read, and is always so... serious. Plus, there's the whole taking Keith on deadly missions, and instilling all that "Knowledge or Death" bullshit in him that rubs Hunk wrong on many levels.
Too late to back out of the class now though!
Hunk sucks in a deep breath, and exhales it slowly, focusing on happier thoughts. Like how cute Gordon looked sleeping this morning, laying on her back, her stubby little feet kicking in the air. Or how delicious his new cake recipe came out. Can't forget that he also got to hear some of Keith's singing to the lava pepper plant last night too. All those good, pleasant thoughts create a flurry of flowers around him, and fills the air with their sweet scent.
Moving closer to the frowny, grumbly pair of felines, Hunk smiles at the four-legged one being overly scrutinized. His cheerful mix of spring flowers bumps against the line of wilted ones, as if gently trying to encourage their dying brethren to return to life.]
Hey there Mr. Tiger. Is this guy bothering you?