Hunk just nods, letting out the occasional "uh-huh" here and there. He's not exactly unaware of the anxiety-fueled rant himself, so he lets her talk, then eventually shout, all while just taking mental notes. Poor kid.
"It's fine, that sounds like a lot." Hunk giggles and rolls his eyes at her apology, but that smile is still there. He sees she's stressed, and figures the best way to make her feel better about it is to match her. "Hold on, let's see how much of this sounds familiar to you." He takes a deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in...
"Ten thousand years ago, an war between ancient aliens sent an all-powerful spaceship into the reaches of an Earthen desert. Everything was fine, until we started exploring space- a mission out to Pluto ran into unidentified crafts and was never heard from again.
A year later, me and my two best friends are on a roof talking about weird radio signals, and then an alien ship crashes into the Earth nearby! My stupid friends drag me along as they cross the Galaxy Garrison to retrieve the pilot from that Pluto mission and we barely evade our pursuers.
We catch our breath long enough to find that ancient spacecraft I mentioned, and it auto-pilots halfway across the universe, where we get thrown into an ancient intergalactic war against a ten-thousand year old dictatorial Emperor and his regime of purple cat-people and crazy robots.
Sure, it looks like we won, but things don't look like they'll stay that way because they never do. I don't know how long it's been since I saw my family, and now that I'm here, my family and friends might never see me again! And they need me for our ships to combine, and it's hard to form Voltron, Defender of the Universe without one of the pilots. We've been there, and it's bad."
Hunk's tone, though elevated, is more even and controlled level than Connie's. He's had experience with venting too. But, given how much he just said, he's gasping for air, just a bit, but he's choking out a few raspy chuckles.
"If you wanna talk about weird fights with your friends and magical lions, I gotcha there, too." And then Hunk shrugs. Apparently their worlds are pretty similar.
"The name's Hunk, by the way. I'm a Paladin of Voltron." And then he offers a hand for a handshake, toothy grin impossible to miss. Hunk tries to keep his posture formal but it's difficult because he... kind of towers over this girl, and he's still hyperventilating. But he's trying so hard.
plot dumps are so exhausting I'm so sorry hahahahaha
"It's fine, that sounds like a lot." Hunk giggles and rolls his eyes at her apology, but that smile is still there. He sees she's stressed, and figures the best way to make her feel better about it is to match her. "Hold on, let's see how much of this sounds familiar to you." He takes a deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in...
"Ten thousand years ago, an war between ancient aliens sent an all-powerful spaceship into the reaches of an Earthen desert. Everything was fine, until we started exploring space- a mission out to Pluto ran into unidentified crafts and was never heard from again.
A year later, me and my two best friends are on a roof talking about weird radio signals, and then an alien ship crashes into the Earth nearby! My stupid friends drag me along as they cross the Galaxy Garrison to retrieve the pilot from that Pluto mission and we barely evade our pursuers.
We catch our breath long enough to find that ancient spacecraft I mentioned, and it auto-pilots halfway across the universe, where we get thrown into an ancient intergalactic war against a ten-thousand year old dictatorial Emperor and his regime of purple cat-people and crazy robots.
Sure, it looks like we won, but things don't look like they'll stay that way because they never do. I don't know how long it's been since I saw my family, and now that I'm here, my family and friends might never see me again! And they need me for our ships to combine, and it's hard to form Voltron, Defender of the Universe without one of the pilots. We've been there, and it's bad."
Hunk's tone, though elevated, is more even and controlled level than Connie's. He's had experience with venting too. But, given how much he just said, he's gasping for air, just a bit, but he's choking out a few raspy chuckles.
"If you wanna talk about weird fights with your friends and magical lions, I gotcha there, too." And then Hunk shrugs. Apparently their worlds are pretty similar.
"The name's Hunk, by the way. I'm a Paladin of Voltron." And then he offers a hand for a handshake, toothy grin impossible to miss. Hunk tries to keep his posture formal but it's difficult because he... kind of towers over this girl, and he's still hyperventilating. But he's trying so hard.