[ homewrecker, animal abuser -- when put like that, jamieson does sound like he needs some self-improvement tips. or some negative reinforcement as keith has so helpfully suggested. hopefully, the sore thigh and accompanying limp will be enough to keep the mailman from making apartment visits. shiro’s anticipating a week or two of payback though. he won’t be all that surprised if everyone’s junk mail ends up stuffed into their box for a good while, at least until jamieson is walking normally again.
ah well. a fuller trash bin isn’t that much of a nuisance. there are bigger worries to focus on, such as the splintered wood of this door frame. as adorable as keith is standing there in all his penguin glory, drowning in the shirt, shiro’s attention drifts to the debris that’s sprinkled on the floor around him. ]
You have a point. [ briefly, shiro chances a glance up, however, almost as soon as he settles on the ripped wood, there’s weight on his thigh. reflex has him glancing down and -- oh.
he huffs a soft, amused sound, mouth curving. ] So how long are you planning on staying a small animal? [ keith’s flippers. they’re so… small. they’re already teeny tiny, narrow things, but swallowed up by billowing shirt only dwarfs them further. he bites the inside of his lip to starve off a laugh and then runs his palm over keith’s inexplicable penguin mullet, letting it come to rest keith’s back. ]
... this is such an odd thing to picture.
ah well. a fuller trash bin isn’t that much of a nuisance. there are bigger worries to focus on, such as the splintered wood of this door frame. as adorable as keith is standing there in all his penguin glory, drowning in the shirt, shiro’s attention drifts to the debris that’s sprinkled on the floor around him. ]
You have a point. [ briefly, shiro chances a glance up, however, almost as soon as he settles on the ripped wood, there’s weight on his thigh. reflex has him glancing down and -- oh.
he huffs a soft, amused sound, mouth curving. ] So how long are you planning on staying a small animal? [ keith’s flippers. they’re so… small. they’re already teeny tiny, narrow things, but swallowed up by billowing shirt only dwarfs them further. he bites the inside of his lip to starve off a laugh and then runs his palm over keith’s inexplicable penguin mullet, letting it come to rest keith’s back. ]
I’ll admit… you are pretty cute.