As those enthusiastic and mildly uncanny faces descend upon him, Hunk feels an overwhelming sense of dread... and deja vu.
A little on edge, he doesn't hesitate to be vocally combative, asking questions like can you please not take my clothes off, where are you taking me, what are you gonna do with that thing, and perhaps most importantly, where am I, and being met with little to no response. For some reason, he isn't as terrified as he believes he should be; deep down, he knows the answers to the questions he's asking.
As he's finally ushered outside, the warm breeze caressing his bare skin through the opening in his paper gown not going completely unnoticed, he glances down at the device they placed in his hand. He can almost feel the muscle memory returning as he wraps his fingers around it. But it takes a moment for him to register something that seems a little different.
"Whoa, what the -- wait a second, is that..." a bracelet-like cuff on his wrist? He reaches up to grasp at his neck only to find it bare, and then his eyes slowly return to the strip of faux leather on his arm.
"I guess that's... not not a good thing..."
Up And Away
Hunk peers down at the materials he and his partner were given, and for the first time since arriving, he feels somewhat optimistic. Kite construction is more or less child's play for an engineer, and as a result, he hardly even considers looking at the instructions.
He picks up a few of the dowels and leans over toward the person he'd been paired with. "At least this part doesn't seem too hard, right? Have you ever made one of these before?"
[Open to obedience, praise, edge, patience, passion and spice. Feel free to suggest something miscellaneous!]
Follow Your Nose
It feels like forever since he'd had a decent meal, and Hunk is, understandably, feeling quite peckish. [Understatement of the year.] Since he more or less just arrived, he finds himself looking for one of those hole-in-the-wall joints that you know has amazing food, when he catches a whiff of wildly irresistible and nostalgic baked goods. Strangely enough, he only notices it as a passerby crosses his path.
He does an about-face to fall into lock step with the passing figure he suspects just came from a quality bakery.
"Hey! Did you just get banana cake from somewhere?"
[Open to any and all of the scents!]
[OOC: It's been 84 years... Hunk's been here before, but it's been so long that things are still coming back to him and me! I'm open to all CR, old and new. Feel free to ping me at LexieB!]
Hunk Garrett | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Dominant
As those enthusiastic and mildly uncanny faces descend upon him, Hunk feels an overwhelming sense of dread... and deja vu.
A little on edge, he doesn't hesitate to be vocally combative, asking questions like can you please not take my clothes off, where are you taking me, what are you gonna do with that thing, and perhaps most importantly, where am I, and being met with little to no response. For some reason, he isn't as terrified as he believes he should be; deep down, he knows the answers to the questions he's asking.
As he's finally ushered outside, the warm breeze caressing his bare skin through the opening in his paper gown not going completely unnoticed, he glances down at the device they placed in his hand. He can almost feel the muscle memory returning as he wraps his fingers around it. But it takes a moment for him to register something that seems a little different.
"Whoa, what the -- wait a second, is that..." a bracelet-like cuff on his wrist? He reaches up to grasp at his neck only to find it bare, and then his eyes slowly return to the strip of faux leather on his arm.
"I guess that's... not not a good thing..."
Up And Away
Hunk peers down at the materials he and his partner were given, and for the first time since arriving, he feels somewhat optimistic. Kite construction is more or less child's play for an engineer, and as a result, he hardly even considers looking at the instructions.
He picks up a few of the dowels and leans over toward the person he'd been paired with. "At least this part doesn't seem too hard, right? Have you ever made one of these before?"
[Open to obedience, praise, edge, patience, passion and spice. Feel free to suggest something miscellaneous!]
Follow Your Nose
It feels like forever since he'd had a decent meal, and Hunk is, understandably, feeling quite peckish. [Understatement of the year.] Since he more or less just arrived, he finds himself looking for one of those hole-in-the-wall joints that you know has amazing food, when he catches a whiff of wildly irresistible and nostalgic baked goods. Strangely enough, he only notices it as a passerby crosses his path.
He does an about-face to fall into lock step with the passing figure he suspects just came from a quality bakery.
"Hey! Did you just get banana cake from somewhere?"
[Open to any and all of the scents!]
[OOC: It's been 84 years... Hunk's been here before, but it's been so long that things are still coming back to him
and me! I'm open to all CR, old and new. Feel free to ping me at