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Lost Lion. Please Help?

WHO: Shiro and You!
WHERE: Around
WHAT: New Arrival Exploring
WHEN: Beginning of January
WARNINGS: None yet. Will update.

This was certainly not the last place that Shiro remembered being. He had last remembered returning to Earth and ending up with his new robotic arm. As he stood there for a long moment, wracking his brain, there wasn't much more after that. Certainly, there wasn't enough he would have suddenly found himself here in a world that seemed far more dilapidated than the Garrison was with far fewer technologies.

The information that suddenly came to him was certainly helpful, but very disturbing to him. After all, what had most of his recent life been like other than some other being deciding he needed to be somewhere that he didn't consent to going?

Typical.

But Shiro was out in the town and exploring. Sure, he had the device and he did pause a few times to review it, specifically looking at the map more than anything else, but still, he'd rather see them for himself. After he had figured out where he was going, he could see if there was anything that he could assist with. If he was going to be here, might as well do something productive.

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"And any friend of Keith's is a friend of mine." So they are completely in agreement on that. He grinned as well before going to get a brush as well for the glownies.

"Thanks. And yeah, they should."

Tommy smirks and heads out of the shed, moving toward the animals.

"He's a good guy, Keith. Just, I don't know... Familiar."

And familiar in Tommy's book is NOT a good sign. It meant that something was wrong with the life the person had lived.

Shiro nodded as he followed, heading back towards the glownies. He could really get used to spending time around them. They were very nice. "He is a good guy. He's saved my life... more times than I can count. Just as I have saved his."

"He is. Something tells me you are too. You've got the style of it. Like 'hero' vibes and all that."

And Tommy got those vibes. He worked hard to make sure he was worthy of them.

He smiled. "I try to be. I used to be the pilot of a space ship and then I ended up getting to save many worlds from the threat of the Galra."

"Galra?" Tommy asks. He doesn't really like the idea of space, so he's less interested in the piloting space ships. "Never heard of those."

"They are an alien race in my world. Some of them are good. A vast majority are very war-like and aggressive. They are infamous for trying to take over the entire universe... and taking slaves as they go."

Does he sound bitter here at this last part? Because he is. Very bitter.

"So... like the Skrull or Kree. Fun," Tommy sighs.

But his eyes move briefly to Shiro. There was clearly something going on there. For once, Tommy doesn't push the button.

"I think the glownies need brushing, right?"

"I have never heard of either so those so I will take your word for it."

And it was a shame that there was more like the Galra out there even in different universes.

But a distraction is definitely good to get him to stop thinking about it.

"Yeah, I think that they do too."

Brushing cute animals would certainly help.

"Nah, don't take all of my word on it. They're getting better. Almost good galactic citizens or whatever. Their new leader is a good guy."

His brother-in-law actually, and one of Tommy's best friends. It worked out.

Still, they have to get the animals in line for brushing, and Tommy offers his own brushes over to Shiro.

"I'll go wrangle them. Stay here."

"That's good at least. I don't know that the Galra are getting better as a whole."

He still hadn't seen the end yet. He knew that they were coming.

"Sounds good. I'll be here," he said as he took the brushes from Tommy.

After a moment Tommy returns, a glownie held under each arm. They're squirming, clearly not used to such treatment, but he does manage to put them down with out too much issue.

Shiro chuckled as Tommy came back with a glownie under each arm. Small horses they certainly were that they could be carried like that. Shiro, gently coaxing one of them closer once it was put down so that he would be able to brush it properly.

"That's it. You like that?"

He knew that the glownie couldn't answer him, but still.

Helped, of course, that Tommy could probably actually lift a normal sized horse. Tommy just smiles at Shiro and shakes his head. What a guy.

"Seems happy to me. You're good with them already.'

Shiro probably could too, but he wouldn't have considered carrying one of the glownies under each arm. Well, at least not yet. Maybe if he was around them more often, he would have gotten the idea to do that. Well, now the idea had been planted in his head.

"Yeah, definitely seems happy. Who would have thought I'd have turned out to be an animal whisperer."

He chuckled at that.

"Animal magnetism. You've got the gentleness, and the smile," Tommy answers as he puts the other down too.

"These are the nice animals, though. We've got all sorts. We've been lucky the ones native here have been nice so far."

Shiro nodded. Apparently, that was true. Animals did seem to like people who were being nice to them and he had done nothing to show them that he couldn't be trusted.

"Oh? So there are ones that are not?"

“One one planet we went to, I helped hunt down a thing that looked like a boar with bunny ears that was about the size of an elephant,” Tommy offered. “And it had a boar’s personality.”

Boars were always dangerous. Tommy sat down and started to comb his own glownie.

“Something tells me you’ll adjust well here. Especially since you have friends around.”

"A boar... with bunny ears? Okay, if it works for them. Oh man though, something like an elephant with a boar's personality? Definitely dangerous. Hopefully, no one was injured."

"Thanks. Yeah... it will be easier with Keith here. Do you know if there are any others from my and Keith's world as well?"

"Nah, Raph and I took it down," Tommy shrugged. "Hauled it all back to the village so we could trade it for salted meat. It's been feeding us."

Others from Keith's world, huh?

"There's a dude he's always hanging with. Hispanic, seems to think he's something awesome, slightly ridiculous, has a pet cow?"

He's already forgotten the name.

Shiro thought about that for a moment before nodding. "I guess it would be, that much meat."

Shiro laughed at that description. "That would be Lance."

If it wasn't, he'd be scared there was someone else who matched it so well.

"Lance, yeah, that sounds right," Tommy agrees as he keeps working the glownie's thick wool. And he has to pause to pull the loose wool free.

"Seems like you've got a family."

Shiro was also pulling some of the glownie's wool free. It probably felt good. A little cooler and not as burdensome. The little thing seemed happy at least.

"Yeah, they've become my family. There's also Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran."

As much as he would have liked to be able to see all of them, them not being here was for the best so he wouldn't wish that they were.

"I've been lucky too. My twin brother, his husband, even my not-quite-mom? Well, she's the same person as my soul-mom is in my universe, but we call her Aunt Wanda here because it's sorta awkward when she's not much older than I am."

This was a very weird place, and Tommy did his best to not break people's brains with it.

"It's nice, having support."

"Sounds like an interesting situation going on from your world. So your mother is here, but also not at the same time?"

...Husband. It made his mind drift for a moment back to things they had just learned about in their world. He had kind of put it out his mind... for the most part because they'd had work to do back home and now he was here, but it slowly snuck in for a moment before he shook himself of it.

"It's good to have support."

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