Hunk sees his friend Shiro taking his time with that cinnamon roll. It might even be the closest he's seen to Shiro relaxing, aside from that pollenball fight so long ago. They need more chances to relax.
"No problem, Shiro." It made him sigh just a bit to realize that it took horrible, traumatic dreams for them to get some kind of unburdened moment. Shiro told Hunk to treat this like a vacation and he was, but... Shiro wasn't.
"And whatever we can get for supplies will help. I can pay you back with another cinnamon roll in... a month or two?" Hunk pauses, looks to the sky, and just smirks. "Or you can just ask whenever you're craving a snack. It's not out of my way if I eat them, too."
And then he takes the closest thing one can imagine to an accusatory, sarcastic bite out of his own cinnamon roll. If Shiro's vacation comes from infrequent, homemade desserts, then Hunk is happy to oblige.
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"No problem, Shiro." It made him sigh just a bit to realize that it took horrible, traumatic dreams for them to get some kind of unburdened moment. Shiro told Hunk to treat this like a vacation and he was, but... Shiro wasn't.
"And whatever we can get for supplies will help. I can pay you back with another cinnamon roll in... a month or two?" Hunk pauses, looks to the sky, and just smirks. "Or you can just ask whenever you're craving a snack. It's not out of my way if I eat them, too."
And then he takes the closest thing one can imagine to an accusatory, sarcastic bite out of his own cinnamon roll. If Shiro's vacation comes from infrequent, homemade desserts, then Hunk is happy to oblige.