[ … nevermind what he’s wearing. silly shiro, assuming that he wouldn’t be wearing this get-up long enough to be embarrassed by it. looks like he’ll be incapable of forgetting this particular brand of shame until his dying day. lovely. self-conscious, he loses the fight against fidgeting and does just that by bringing the script up to hold between both hands, the standard cut of bound paper doing a decent job in blocking his bare abs.
what are the statistical odds of keith being his porno costar? lets see, the event being one and there are roughly one-thirty inmates makes the probability… a decimal with a lot of zeros. so then if he plugs that into the odds equation, he’d get –
he abruptly gives up on it, heaving a mental sigh. very small odds, that’s the takeaway. he supposes that if it had to be someone from the team, he’s glad it’s keith. keith is the most preferable one, simply because he’s the one shiro feels the most comfortable around. though, shiro thinks he’d be cringing at pidge, snickering at lance, and smiling sympathetically at hunk if he saw either of them dressed this way, instead of feeling weirdly warm, despite barely wearing anything.
don’t think about it. don’t focus on it. difficult, when he's struggling to coax himself into looking away from keith. he swallows – gulps – and forces his gaze down, shaking his head. it’s almost funny. he needs it to be funny, actually. so rather than agonizing over the whys and hows, he tries for embracing the utter stupidity of being tangled up in a dino porno with his best friend. it’s strained on the first breath, but he does end up laughing. ]
Looks like we are… [ he flips open the script packet, finding the name quickly. ] Dr. Hugh Jass.
3 fodder to every 1 pc, right? think i did the math correctly.
what are the statistical odds of keith being his porno costar? lets see, the event being one and there are roughly one-thirty inmates makes the probability… a decimal with a lot of zeros. so then if he plugs that into the odds equation, he’d get –
he abruptly gives up on it, heaving a mental sigh. very small odds, that’s the takeaway. he supposes that if it had to be someone from the team, he’s glad it’s keith. keith is the most preferable one, simply because he’s the one shiro feels the most comfortable around. though, shiro thinks he’d be cringing at pidge, snickering at lance, and smiling sympathetically at hunk if he saw either of them dressed this way, instead of feeling weirdly warm, despite barely wearing anything.
don’t think about it. don’t focus on it. difficult, when he's struggling to coax himself into looking away from keith. he swallows – gulps – and forces his gaze down, shaking his head. it’s almost funny. he needs it to be funny, actually. so rather than agonizing over the whys and hows, he tries for embracing the utter stupidity of being tangled up in a dino porno with his best friend. it’s strained on the first breath, but he does end up laughing. ]
Looks like we are… [ he flips open the script packet, finding the name quickly. ] Dr. Hugh Jass.