[ with shiro no longer scowling from above, this at least feels less like an inquisition? keith sighs, bringing his knees up to rest his chin on. shifting his gaze from shiro's face down to his melting, unbitten popsicle first: ]

Hold that up for me?

[ which isn't an answer to the question, but seeing the way rainbow syrup is dribbling down shiro's hand that matter seemed slightly more pressing. in any case, shiro only has to wait a moment later for an actual answer. ]

But uh... this is the second one. I don't really get it. [ a beat, then frowning: ] Could just be this month, I guess. Can't seem to go anywhere without being reminded of dick.

[ once again, keith is not pouting. so not sulking, in fact, that he leans across, head dipped to lick the top of his popsicle. ]