At one point he crudely recited the bee movie script, well what he could remember of it. Despite his hostility, he seemed to attract more viewers than the other captives.
NOT him reciting the fucking bee movie script
Purple skin, long white hair, a jawline stronger than his will to live- He was okay looking. Just okay. People parted out of his way as if their life depended on it and, considering the underground fancy-ass auction house they were in, it probably did. He strode as if he owned the place, armored boots clacking on tile and echoing off the high ceiling. Was anyone still breathing after an entrance like that? He couldn’t be certain he was.
Lotor making people move tf out his way by sheer aura of intimidation
Lance was glad to be on the opposite side of the room; he wasn’t sure who would wear armor to an auction, but he certainly didn’t want to go home with someone who did. He put his act on hold, changing his priority to blending in. He shouldn’t look at him. He couldn’t risk jinxing it. Staying small. Staying unnoticeable. Staying still. Staying his hand. Straying eyes taking just a peek and making the longest eye contact of his life.
Lance: don’t look at him. You can’t see me, like John cena. FUCK I MADE EYE CONTACT
Lance shouldn’t have done that. He reallyl shouldn’t have done that. Shit. He could feel eyes boring into his head. He hoped it was his imagination.
Lance isa mood because I would be panicking off of accidentally making eye contact with someone who has that much intimidation factor
Especially knowing he fucked up
“Now, who is this?” A finger drew under his chin, tilting his face up before Lance had realized what happened. His eyes went wide as he met piercing blue eyes. He was sure they could see into his mind - too bad every faculty of Lance’s had shut down.
Oh shit CAUGHT
Leave! My price is too high, I'm hostile, and by the way, I do bite." They tapped the plaque below him with a sneer. "I pay more for my breakfast." He chuckled and gestured to what could only be the staff, who rushed to serve him. "This one, double the highest bid." Well... Fuck.
Mf really pulled a power move and bought him
Trapped in the space equivalent of a van and he didn't even get candy.
Lance please
“Don’t touch me!” He hissed, backing up so far his shoulders touched the wall. “Would you rather I let you fall?” He made a beckoning gesture that Lance ignored. He drew closer to the exit, leaning down in order to peer at Lance. He felt like an idiot huddled in a corner, but what was he supposed to do in a situation like this?
Lance really hiding in the corner and hissing like a cat
“I purchased you due to your sentience.” Lance’s eyes went wide. He took a step backward, needing some space to process. He couldn’t possibly be serious.
Bro said I wanted a sentient pet
The alien beckoned him closer, “Come here, small one. Let me remove those filthy things.” “I’m not that much shorter than you.” He huffed at the fact that he was that much shorter than the other.
Lance really said I’m not little Let me go bitch
“You know I am an adult, right?” Lance lied.
The alien looked him up and down, considering the question. “I do not believe that is true.”
Lol his ass got called out
“You have to be kidding me. ‘Master’? Why would you even give me your name if you wanted me to call you that? It’s completely ridiculous that you-” Lance was on the ground before he could finish his sentence.
I can't think of any better way to scare off people than to recite the bee movie script, haha.
If I were there, I'd move out of Lotor's way too. With the Galras' reputation, I'd probably bolt halfway across the hall. In an auction house full of stuffy nobles, Lotor showing up in full battle armor is a flex. Bro was probably armed too- If I worked there as security, there's no way in HELL you'd get me to take the weapons from the Galra Emporer.
*Prolonged eye contact (prolonged eye contact)* /ref At this moment, Lance knew, he fucked up.
Imagine messing up so badly that you get purchased.
*Lotor gets one of those gentle cat panini presses to pull Lance out of the ship.* /j
"Lotor just fucking decked him" LMAOO, I never realized how that looks without the rest of the context, haha. Bro took him down in 3.5 haha.
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