[ for better or for worse, the admission makes keith burst into incredulous laughter. how could it not? there are times keith's thought maybe he could pass for looking cool. usually that involved having a sword in his hand and a space wolf at his side. wearing a white tank top, a red jock strap and thigh highs is the most awkward he's ever felt wearing clothes and this? this of all things is what prompts shiro to tell him he's hot?

keith laughs and laughs, clutching his stomach and wheezing for air with the widest grin on his face when he thinks he can finally hold eye contact without laughing all over again. ]

Sorry -- [ he's quick to clarify between little gasps for air. he coughs, then smiles so hard his cheeks ache. ] Heh. It's not you, it's just -- I feel really ridiculous.

[ maybe his sense of self awareness is broken considering he'll wear a midriff jacket and go go boots without so much as registering what's wrong with the outfit. keith sucks down a deep breath then lets it out with another laugh, softer this time and accompanied by a distinctly mischievous glint as giddiness dusts his cheeks pink. ]

Heh. So that's what you like? The scantily clad look?