[ what… the fuck is that sound? shiro’s part convinced he’s having a stroke, because for the longest time, he can only stare down at the absolute rage in penguin form now standing in front of him. clearly, there’s something wrong with his brain processing if no further reaction is forthcoming. standing at a non-impressive two foot something, keith’s spread flippers and puffed chest could be considered hilarious, cute even, but with shiro just barely remembering his bearings, no smile and no laughter come. instead, he ends up on panicked embarrassment.
oh. my. fucking. god. ]
I’m so sorry! [ he’s talking to jamieson, not keith. he bends down and grasps keith from behind, right there under his flippers. see, he’s managed to survive his mini-stroke and yes, he does realize that he probably shouldn’t leave keith within striking distance. what’s the equivalent of a sucker punch to penguins? pecking the shins? biting the ankles? ]
I don’t know what’s gotten into him. [ he hoists keith up as he straightens and then he has keith tucked into his chest once more, supported along the length of his forearm. he looks down at keith and… he’s not glaring. he doesn’t even look mad, particularly. the wrinkle in his brow and the frown at his mouth are mostly concerned. confused too. what’s wrong…? ]
It’s fine.
[ snaps his gaze back to jamieson, subconsciously loosening the tight hug of that penguin body. ]
No, really, he’s usually not… this. [ a penguin. rude. well, at least to the extent of squawking -- yelling, at strangers who haven’t done anything. maybe it’s a side effect of the transformation? weird penguin, uh… hormones? ]
Shiro, forget about it. I’m sure your pet is as sweet as you are once you get to know him.
[ pet. wait. he thinks keith is his pet bird? great, the stroke is back. talking suddenly seems so difficult, his mind too stuck on repeating what to think to verbalize it and correct things before the assumption sticks.
which is, of course, a mistake, because jamieson leans closer, forearm braced against the door jam in a casual show of familiarity that doesn’t really belong here. ] But actually, I was hoping to get to know you better, so I was thinking… [ and as he starts saying things about dinner and he knows a nice place, shiro can only think oooooh, this is why keith is so mad, isn’t it? ]
so this is where i die.
oh. my. fucking. god. ]
I’m so sorry! [ he’s talking to jamieson, not keith. he bends down and grasps keith from behind, right there under his flippers. see, he’s managed to survive his mini-stroke and yes, he does realize that he probably shouldn’t leave keith within striking distance. what’s the equivalent of a sucker punch to penguins? pecking the shins? biting the ankles? ]
I don’t know what’s gotten into him. [ he hoists keith up as he straightens and then he has keith tucked into his chest once more, supported along the length of his forearm. he looks down at keith and… he’s not glaring. he doesn’t even look mad, particularly. the wrinkle in his brow and the frown at his mouth are mostly concerned. confused too. what’s wrong…? ]
It’s fine.
[ snaps his gaze back to jamieson, subconsciously loosening the tight hug of that penguin body. ]
No, really, he’s usually not… this. [ a penguin. rude. well, at least to the extent of squawking -- yelling, at strangers who haven’t done anything. maybe it’s a side effect of the transformation? weird penguin, uh… hormones? ]
Shiro, forget about it. I’m sure your pet is as sweet as you are once you get to know him.
[ pet. wait. he thinks keith is his pet bird? great, the stroke is back. talking suddenly seems so difficult, his mind too stuck on repeating what to think to verbalize it and correct things before the assumption sticks.
which is, of course, a mistake, because jamieson leans closer, forearm braced against the door jam in a casual show of familiarity that doesn’t really belong here. ] But actually, I was hoping to get to know you better, so I was thinking… [ and as he starts saying things about dinner and he knows a nice place, shiro can only think oooooh, this is why keith is so mad, isn’t it? ]