[ feet make contact with the ground again, though looking up at shiro when you're barely two feet tall is a real pain. a literal pain even. it was much more pleasant being held securely in shiro's arms, so whoever this person at their door happens to be? they're already on keith's shitplist.
but dutifully he starts waddling to get to shiro's shirt so he can turn back into a more humanoid bird. never mind the inherent fuckery of the phrase "more humanoid bird" -- normal is relative. for better or for worse though, he's not exactly agile in this form and he manages to awkwardly wobble two steps closer to the shirt when the conversation out in the living room picks up.
wait. an actual conversation and not just a quick hi/bye? keith changes direction and peeks his head out to take a gander at shiro's possible friend. if that's nosy, well... yeah, he's nosy. shut up. double shut up because he has no regrets about snooping.
why the hell is the mailman hand delivering the mail is the first question to come to mind, but that reasonable question is quickly overshadowed by irritation. why's that guy not leaving? why's he smiling at shiro like that?
rack.
fucking. indignant, keith toddles out to the living room like he's competing in the penguin olympics for sprinting. if he was in his normal body, he'd be yelling. as it stands.......]
AAACK! KWA!! KWAAA!
[ by some miracle, keith doesn't actually trip. flippers spread wide, he comes charging forward like a shufflin bullet to position himself between shiro and the interloper yelling what can only be interpreted as fuck you in pengunspeak.
fuck if he's gonna put up with people hitting on his boyfriend under his nose. beak. whatever.
if shiro doesn't grab the bird, jameson's getting a pecked kneecap for all his troubles. ]
/throws away the cell key
but dutifully he starts waddling to get to shiro's shirt so he can turn back into a more humanoid bird. never mind the inherent fuckery of the phrase "more humanoid bird" -- normal is relative. for better or for worse though, he's not exactly agile in this form and he manages to awkwardly wobble two steps closer to the shirt when the conversation out in the living room picks up.
wait. an actual conversation and not just a quick hi/bye? keith changes direction and peeks his head out to take a gander at shiro's possible friend. if that's nosy, well... yeah, he's nosy. shut up. double shut up because he has no regrets about snooping.
why the hell is the mailman hand delivering the mail is the first question to come to mind, but that reasonable question is quickly overshadowed by irritation. why's that guy not leaving? why's he smiling at shiro like that?
rack.
fucking. indignant, keith toddles out to the living room like he's competing in the penguin olympics for sprinting. if he was in his normal body, he'd be yelling. as it stands.......]
AAACK! KWA!! KWAAA!
[ by some miracle, keith doesn't actually trip. flippers spread wide, he comes charging forward like a shufflin bullet to position himself between shiro and the interloper yelling what can only be interpreted as fuck you in pengunspeak.
fuck if he's gonna put up with people hitting on his boyfriend under his nose. beak. whatever.
if shiro doesn't grab the bird, jameson's getting a pecked kneecap for all his troubles. ]