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Need to contact, Keith? Do it here. Just put date in the header.

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[His eyes widen further and he leans forward. He wants to hear more. Fighting is his fun when it's not life or death. Keith flexes his fingers and slips his armor back on to hide the sudden eagerness.]

So, we create these characters and battle within our roles against a scenario the Lore Master makes. I take it the Lore Master also sets objectives and goals?

[A note of that eagerness slips into his voice. He wants to hear all of it. This sounds cool!]

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[Yep. Definitely has him interested. She grins, agreeing completely that it is fun at least in this setting.]

Yes, they do. Though some things do need to be made up on the fly, considering how the players may... [A pause.] I believe the Earth term is "throw a wrench in the works"?

[Bless her; she's trying.]

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[Keith snags his brush and pauses. Should he offer? Allura has a lot of hair and that has to be a pain to take care of by yourself.]

...I've actually heard of that one. Yeah, that's the right phrase. Uh...do you want help with your hair?

[He holds up his brush. It's well kept and clearly cared for. He looks a little awkwardly at it then back at her.] I'd be careful. I promise.

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[Allura visibly relaxes slightly (thank the Ancients she caught that one at the Garrison) but pauses, raising an eyebrow. Since waking (and summarily fallen into Lance's arms) that day, she'd gotten used to doing her own hair when her four little friends didn't help her. The surprise at the offer is obvious.]

...Sure. [She blinks a few times, but turns around with a sheepish smile crossing her lips.] I trust you.

[With far more than simply a hair brush. Though now she's contemplating something...] Have you ever had your hair braided, Keith? It's certainly starting to get long enough to do so.