[Sorry, he was more of a Thundercats sort of kid, but he would likely recognize the name Voltron. (That, however, would introduce a whole new set of things to freak out about.) Connor does not look any more assured for this admission. His voice, which had cracked to a hysterical pitch, now flattens in disbelief.]
You've fought a dragon. You've actually fought a dragon.
[Excuse him while he drags his hands down his face. In that instant, a stray shot of acid rains against Keith's shield, spattering to the ground and gnawing through the metal. This prompts Connor, ever the optimist, to groan:]
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You've fought a dragon. You've actually fought a dragon.
[Excuse him while he drags his hands down his face. In that instant, a stray shot of acid rains against Keith's shield, spattering to the ground and gnawing through the metal. This prompts Connor, ever the optimist, to groan:]
Oh god, we're gonna die...