(1) THE HOTEL WELL-IFORNIA It's almost like the outfit was made to fit too tightly. At least in the chest and biceps. As such, the man now resembles a plaid-clad dorito in black jeans where he leans against the front desk, trying to do his utmost to get more words out of the clerk.
"I just -" What is there to do in town? I'd check out the saloon "Yeah, you said that. Look, I need to know."
He shifts, and something goes thunk on the counter. It's his right hand. And it's completely made of metal.
"What is this?"
(2) DANCE OFF | the saloon "Sorry, I don't - "
He was going to say he didn't think he wanted anything. It just felt right to say. No thanks. But the glass is definitely just water. Which sounds great, actually. It's hot out, after all. And so, at first, Shiro can be found at the bar proper, with his dorky glass of water, nodding politely to people passing by. Or snapping his head around to what he swore was a dark shape in a corner.
... later on, though, the magic drink does its trick. Shiro will be out on the dance floor with the rest of the people. His expression suddenly lighter, and despite the grey hair, he looks much younger. He's a crap dancer though, no matter how enthusiastic he is.
(3) GETTING WEIRD | the graveyard It gets cold in the desert at night. And so the plaid shirt is exchanged for a long coat. There's a glove over his right hand. It's all very dark and dramatic in the evening, echoed by the faraway look in his eye. Staring into the dim light, out over the little graveyard.
If you're there too, he glances your way, then nods his head forward. "You hear it too?"
WILDCARD; ( Happy to match format or throw up a separate, specific prompt for anyone who might want one! )
Shiro | Voltron | ota
It's almost like the outfit was made to fit too tightly. At least in the chest and biceps. As such, the man now resembles a plaid-clad dorito in black jeans where he leans against the front desk, trying to do his utmost to get more words out of the clerk.
"I just -" What is there to do in town? I'd check out the saloon "Yeah, you said that. Look, I need to know."
He shifts, and something goes thunk on the counter. It's his right hand. And it's completely made of metal.
"What is this?"
(2) DANCE OFF | the saloon
"Sorry, I don't - "
He was going to say he didn't think he wanted anything. It just felt right to say. No thanks. But the glass is definitely just water. Which sounds great, actually. It's hot out, after all. And so, at first, Shiro can be found at the bar proper, with his dorky glass of water, nodding politely to people passing by. Or snapping his head around to what he swore was a dark shape in a corner.
... later on, though, the magic drink does its trick. Shiro will be out on the dance floor with the rest of the people. His expression suddenly lighter, and despite the grey hair, he looks much younger. He's a crap dancer though, no matter how enthusiastic he is.
(3) GETTING WEIRD | the graveyard
It gets cold in the desert at night. And so the plaid shirt is exchanged for a long coat. There's a glove over his right hand. It's all very dark and dramatic in the evening, echoed by the faraway look in his eye. Staring into the dim light, out over the little graveyard.
If you're there too, he glances your way, then nods his head forward. "You hear it too?"
WILDCARD;
( Happy to match format or throw up a separate, specific prompt for anyone who might want one! )