[ the slao on the door gets keith's attention alright as well as an unpleasant surge of adrenaline going through his veins. it's completely irrational to be thinking about a possible throwdown over a blowjob, but what the fuck does keith know about prison behavior, let alone porn prison behavior? he casts a narrow eyed, weary look at the door handle waiting for it to turn and open up, when a hand pokes through, fingers clutching that slip of paper.
keith pauses, taking a deep breath as he reads the sloppy message. sorry. relaxing a pinch, keith worries at his lower lip as he sits back in the chair. he doesn't drop the bag back down on the floor, no, but he does reach across to prise the note out of the man's hand.
does he know what he wants to write back? no. but he plucks a pen out of his bag and twirls it around in his fingers while he thinks. ]
Are you good to continue? I'll leave if you're not interested.
[ maybe an apology is warranted on his end, maybe it isn't. but some part of keith is tired of feeling like he owes anyone an explanation for his body. he passes the note thorugh the hole. ]
no subject
keith pauses, taking a deep breath as he reads the sloppy message. sorry. relaxing a pinch, keith worries at his lower lip as he sits back in the chair. he doesn't drop the bag back down on the floor, no, but he does reach across to prise the note out of the man's hand.
does he know what he wants to write back? no. but he plucks a pen out of his bag and twirls it around in his fingers while he thinks. ]
Are you good to continue?
I'll leave if you're not interested.
[ maybe an apology is warranted on his end, maybe it isn't. but some part of keith is tired of feeling like he owes anyone an explanation for his body. he passes the note thorugh the hole. ]