#alfor and coran bffs
New headcanon:
So in the VR Chronicles, Coran says, “If you see a button, try pushing it! That’s always been my motto!”
You can imagine the problems this caused.
Alfor, while honestly about the same, learns very quickly not to let Coran near anything with buttons and switches, probably after the first five times something blows up because Coran started pressing random buttons. Coran thinks Alfor is being incredibly hypocritical (he is), and everyone else carefully Alfor-and-Coran-proofs everything (hence the rise of Galra-activated Galra tech).
New headcanon:
Alfor and Coran became friends at a young age, but it was a bit less becoming friends and a bit more Alfor deciding he liked this orange-haired kid and basically actually kidnapping him and running off on a fantastic adventure (without ever actually leaving the palace, much to the relief of every adult involved). The adults eventually convinced him that Coran had to go home, but they had already become fast and best friends, and over the next several years would manage to wreak more havoc than Altea had seen in centuries.
New headcanon:
Alfor and Coran are the best team. The two of them can do just about anything they set their mind to. Is this always a good thing? They would argue yes. Most everyone else would argue a resounding no. Does this ever stop them? No. No, it does not.
Okay so this one is half headcanon, half mini-fic, but Alfor and Coran’s first meeting probably went something like this:
Coran is merely minding his own, small child business when, out of nowhere: “Hello! Why do you have a moustache?”
He turns in surprise to face a grinning white-haired child who proceeds to tug at said moustache (which, by the way, Coran is immensely proud of because his dad says it proves his skill in camouflage and shape-shifting).
“What’s wrong with my moustache?” he asks indignantly.
The small white-haired child also looks mildly insulted. “Nothing is wrong with it. I think it is glorious.”
“Oh,” says Coran. “Thank you.”
“My name’s Alfor,” says the other child. “What’s yours? I’ve never seen you before. Have you never been to the Castle? Come with me, I will show you the castle and the hangars and the kitchens and my room and everything.”
He does not wait for a response before grabbing Coran’s hand and dragging him off. Once Coran gets over his surprise, he says, “I’m Coran.”
Alfor gives him the biggest grin Coran has ever seen. “Well, then, welcome, Coran! Come on, you are going to love the Castle!”
Alfor sets off on a ramble about his home. As he listens to the strange, loud boy chatter, Coran decides that he has found himself a best friend.
