[ shiro scoffs. sorry keith, but that isn’t much of shield, especially not against two strong hands, one of which has metal, locking fingers that grasp tight and rip hard. so keith is welcome to try holding onto the pillow, but shiro’s twisted around now, fully on the bed with his knees down and he’s pulling – yanking – at the pillow to dislodge it from keith’s front. ]
Negotiating the terms by taking my things hostage!
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Negotiating the terms by taking my things hostage!
[ he’s still laughing, grin wide. ]
Thieves don’t deserve anything nice.