[ like shiro, keith does a mental check off of his clothes to make sure nothing's been dropped along the mad dash back to the cube, but the similarities end there as keith is content to leave his jacket and boxers an unfolded mess on the counter and rather unceremoniously lets his boots drop on the floor.

he lingers by the counter for a long moment afterwrwards, merely watching shiro sit on the edge of his enormous bed and lean forward to undo his boot laces. only then does it occur to keith that he's going to have to take his pants off if he wants to do the same and remove the thigh highs, which wouldn't be a problem save for the fact that he hadn't bothered to switch out the jock strap in favor of his boxers back in the dressing room.

but perhaps that's not a problem he should even be bothered with? they are, after all, talking about the bed that shiro's acquired with his credits from bed activities.... presumably to facilitate even more bed activities in some unholy bed loop. unable to know what else to do , keith laughs a little softly and replies just as artificially nonchalantly. ]

I haven't seen a bed this big in ages. You can actually roll without falling off? That's some luxury right there.

[ all of which is true, of course. but again, keith knows shiro and is keenly aware that the guy wouldn't be spending credits on a larger bed for comfort or rolling privileges. no, if he's spent the credits, it means there may be someone he wants to share his bed withm and something about that sparks a tiny knot of tension in his stomach. keith drops eye contact, shyly stepping away from the counter to awkwardly stand at the halfway point between it and the bed. ]

It looks real comfy, Shiro.