earthshine | ⊚ noctium ic contact.

[ ah, that's a foot coming for his face. this is probably a good argument for why you don't go picking fights with things three times your size, but that hasn't stopped keith before. it won't stop keith even after the kick lands and sends him flying across the room either, truth be told. but that kick never comes because shiro is there to intervene.

almost sheepishly, keith hops back up onto his feet, though he doesn't relax until after jameson disappears inside the elevator. then finally, he lets his head droop and gives his beak a quick rub under a flipper. no regrets for jabbing the guy with a bruised beak though.

straightening right back up, keith starts with an unrepentant: ]

He deserved it. [ which doesn't answer the question, but that's not important. ] Are you okay?

[ shiro's poor rack getting all objectified like that.... ]

[ deserved it, right, of course he deserved maiming for showing interest. shiro’s exasperated, but the ridiculousness isn’t lost on him either. everything about this is ludicrous. the antlers, the penguin, the crush, keith’s fucking squawking to his beak turned weapon… it sounds made up and yet here they are, sitting out the aftermath. shiro hates that a part of him is oddly amused. it helps in softening him, which in turn keeps him from launching into a lecture. no frown, no stern stare, nah, none of that. instead, shiro’s expression is relaxed. ]

I’m fine. [ his concern continues to remain on keith, mainly that beak that’s been getting a beating in the last few minutes. however, he does little other than a visual glance over. satisfied for the immediate moment, his attention returns to the still open door. he’s back on his feet and once they’re both out of the way, he closes the door.

he locks the deadbolt and there, finally, he sighs. ]

You know I would’ve told him no. [ the words lack the tone, the one that is shiro’s patented lecture voice. there’s no real desire to berate keith here. it’s only said as a reminder; a reassurance of sorts. he back steps and once he’s clear for the turn, he pivots back around to face keith, face dipped down toward him. ]

You didn’t have to hurl yourself at him. [ and hurt yourself is the part left unsaid. ]

Yeah because he was totally going to listen.

[ penguins can't roll their eyes, so keith's flat tone is doing the heavy lifting here. that doesn't necessarily diminish shiro's point, of course, but keith is still feeling pretty unapologetic. an undercurrent of territorial drive to protect his "nest" isn't making his judgment any better, mind you, but protective instincts aren't usually impulses keith tends to question. especially when there's a recent run-in with a pushy unicorn in the elevator on the mind that's souring his opinions on people making advances.

with a bit of a disgruntled chirp, keith starts the long wobbly walk back to retrieve his shirt from the bedroom floor. ]

Should've pecked him in the dick.

[ why wouldn’t he listen? jamieson hadn’t given off any creep vibes; surely he would’ve taken a rejection with as much grace as anyone can in that kind of situation. though, on second thought, he did go to kick keith, which in itself is a red flag. so maybe keith has a point? unconvinced, yet unwilling to fight keith on that particular point, shiro merely frowns as keith turns away. picking up the dropped pile of mail, shiro stands up and…

wow, that’s kind of adorable.

keith’s only managed to put about two feet between them when shiro glances to him again. each waddle of his feet have his little, pointed tail-feathers swishing side to side and shiro just barely keeps himself from laughing. least to say, he’s in no rush to pass keith and so, he measures out each step, adopting a very slow, very indulgent pace behind him.

he drops the mail off on the counter as he passes, shaking his head at that last comment that pops into it. ]

I think you’ve abused your beak enough as is. [ he really ought to look at it; he doesn’t quite buy keith’s brush off for his earlier concern. ] Would you really want your mouth anywhere near that?

[ oblivious to his swishing tail feathers getting an ogling, keith keeps up his slow waddling stride, head held high and proud. at least until the question makes him pause to do a whole body shudder. ]

Ok. So maybe I didn't think that one through all the way.

[ reluctant admission is reluctant. once again, the penguin's inability to blush is proving clutch here as keith continues the trek back to the bedroom. it's pretty bad that that's the closest his face has ever been to anyone's crotch, huh. trying not to dwell on that thought, keith sighs. ]

But maybe putting that head out of commission would have made him a better person.

[ maybe? probably not. once he's close enough to the shirt, he flops down onto his belly to pick it up with hia beak and turns to present it to shiro. help him dress, big guy? ]

[ keith talking -- transmitting?? -- about pecking dick had been bad enough, but now he’s putting specifics to it with head. it's just… not something shiro necessarily wants to think about. it has shiro pausing mid-step, grimacing in the form of hunched shoulders and a pinched expression. however, keith plops down and shiro falls right back into step, finishing off his slow trailing to stand a few feet away.

there’s something sweet about keith presenting the shirt to him, wordlessly asking for help. keith doesn’t have hands, so it’s more practical than sweet, he concedes; nonetheless, being able to assist in keith feeling more comfortable has shiro smiling. taking that offered shirt, shiro turns it right and pulls the neckline wide to fit it easily over keith’s penguin head.

he smiles a little wider and adjusts the lay of the fabric, which amounts to nothing in the end. the shirt is far too big and there’s too much fabric for it to look presentable in any way. ]

What would make him a better person in your opinion? [ and now he’s moving on to help keith fit one flipper through the armhole. ] Being uninterested in me? [ his voice pitches, carrying teasing notes as he moves onto the other flipper. ]

[ keith is practically drowning in shiro's shirt, but that's fine. getting limbs in approximately the right place before he changes form again will probably be easier than trying to get dressed when he's more human. there's a happy chirp as keith's head pokes through the shirt, then a quick side to side head shake to unruffle his mullet. ]

That's a start. [ and once his flippers poke through the arm holes, he does an experimental flap and shoulder raise to see if he can lift the fabric off the floor. spoilers: he can't. ]

At the very least, he shouldn't go around being a homewrecker.

[ clearly that's the most important point here, all jokes aside. ]

...Or kicking small animals.

[ it wouldn't be the first time in his life that keith's taken a bad beating, but if birds have hollow bones, keith isn't all that sure how he would have fared. ...if penguins even have hollow bones. who even knows. with that thought in mind, he comes to a resting flop over shiro's thigh, flippers spread in a facsimilie of a hug. ]

[ 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. ]

I’ll admit… you are pretty cute.

[ one soft lil nuzzle against shiro's thigh later and keith waddles back. giving himself space to transform, keith stays a penguin just long enough to send one last telepathic message. ]

I always have a point.

[ and maybe he's always cute, too. hmph. turning back into a bird-human thing is weirder than the reverse process. keith shoots up in height, arms crossed down his front to keep the end of the shirt tugged low against his body. as some feathers recede and others grow in, he straightens up to his usual height looking about as normal as this monster form allows. he lifts up one leg, opening and closing his talons before setting it back down on the ground. ]

Miss me? Or are you super attached to the penguin thing now?

[ with him nearing half a year here, shiro should be more desensitized to the general oddity that surrounds his life. nonetheless, despite the number of transformations he’s gone through and seen others endure, it’s still a trip to watch keith revert from a tiny penguin to sort of himself. having him become the penguin had almost been less weird, simply because the shirt obscured the brunt of it. now, he has a front-row seat to arms, legs, torso stretching and filling the shirt.

in the end, when keith’s form stabilizes, he doesn’t much look like the boy he’s used to, but the hint of familiarity in it makes it easier for him to smile.

miss him? shiro laughs quiet and brief, pushing himself back to his feet and just barely catching himself from walking forward. right. doorway. not again. instead, he merely stands there at the door, giving his head a slight tilt and softening his expression for a look of fondness. ]

I’m super attached to you, in whatever form you’re in.

[ though, like he said, the penguin-look was pretty dang cute. ]

[ whatever response keith was expecting, the sweetness of this one isn't something he'd been prepared for. it shows plainly in the surprise of his expression before his features soften into a warm smile of his own. forget the fact that he's covered in feathers and shiro has moose antlers growing out of his skull and drooping moose ears, his heart just feels so full.

he takes one step towards shiro and then another until he takes up the space in front of his boyfriend with a gentle lean in and a careful kiss pressed to his neck. ]

You know... I'm really starting to think one of the worst parts about not having hands is not getting to hold you properly.

[ he laughs, drawing back with a sheepish smile. ]

It's only been a couple of days, but.. I miss that. A lot.

[ one of the worst. shiro has to wonder where he stacks up in that list. is not being able to hold him properly below not being able to fix himself a plate of food? is it above not being able to hold his toothbrush? is it dead even with needing assistance in dressing? shiro chuckles right along with that laughter, smiling sweet and oh so amused when keith draws away. the fondness keeps throughout and there’s still that softness about him, especially with talk of missing. he misses that too. of course he does. and that’s why he just as easily draws keith back, arms looping around his middle and tugging him along as shiro takes some backward steps away from that damn door. ]

Me too. A lot, a lot.

[ three steps and he pauses, briefly pulling keith in to press his own kiss -- his considerably higher, at his temple, right below the change to feathers. ]

Just awhile longer. [ then they can compile all those missed chances into one, five-minute long hug. he laughs at his own nonsense and releases his hold. ] We’ll just have to keep ourselves busy in the meantime, make the time seem like it’s going by faster.

[ keith can’t help laughing as shiro backshuffles them away from the doorway, expression helplessly adoring at the gentle kiss. ]

Well…. if you give me about fifteen minutes to try and get some pants on, we can go to the park? Fewer things for you to get stuck in out there.

[ kind of like a combination date and pity party for their bizarre woes. ]

[ a moose and a bird, out on a park play-date… likely not the oddest thing to happen here. he grins, shaking his head slow and brief. ]

Picking our activities on the basis of fewer things for me to get stuck in… how embarrassing. [ wide, open space, nothing can go wrong there, right? he can only hope there’s no low hanging branches. mindful of the antlers here, the back steps further from keith and then turns, walking over to the couch. ]

Good luck with the pants. [ and he seats himself down, getting comfortable on the cushion. ] If you can’t contort yourself enough to get them on, I can help. You just have to bring them out here. [ his gaze briefly skips past keith, eyeing the door over his shoulder, before looking back to keith. ] Where it’s safe.

[ there's an art to getting pants on without having hands. it involves flexibility, dexterity and lying on the bed to make the pants drop down his legs and then pushing into an awkward half back roll to yank the fabric up over his ass and hips with his mouth. extremely elegant stuff, and not exactly a routine keith wants shiro to see. with time and practice, he's gotten this down to less than the predicted fifteen minutes, and saunters out into the living room looking vaguely pleased with himself.

then after asking shiro to open up a window, it's just a simple matter of leaping out of it and opening up his wings to catch a thermal. keith's laughter is clearly audible on the way down as he tells shiro he'll be waiting downstairs. what would have been sensible is if keith had actually bothered to grab his phone before pulling this stunt, but he's left it wedged between the mattress and headboard. if shiro gets stuck at any point between the front door and the entrance to their apartment, he may be relying on neighbors for help. mercifully, it's not too long a wait so the moose antlers can't have been much of a hindrance? he's assuming anyway. the walk to the park is similarly non eventful, though keith occasionally hops into the sky when walking on talons starts getting uncomfortable and avian instincts make him antsy. but there's a lot to be said for being outdoors with a nice sunny sky (and no doorways) that's gotten keith in a better mood after that whole jameson fiasco.

hell, you could even say he's starting to show off a little with some mid air twirls as they head towards a more secluded spot by the emerald park lake. shiro brings up the rear holding two popsicles bought from an ice cream stand near by. as keith settles onto the grass, he grins up happily at shiro. ]

I wonder if I can hold the popsicle stick with my feet. [ an experimental flex of his talons and an even more experimental lean forward before straightening up with a laugh. ] Pretty awkward to watch though. Hope you don't mind holding stuff for me for ... however long this lasts.

[ of course keith would take to the aerial acrobatics. it’s nothing like sitting in a cockpit and taking control of an aircraft, but airborne and free -- that’s what has shiro finding some commonality. there’s always been something special to keith’s flying: impressive from the start and downright mesmerizing by the end. here is much the same. shiro smiles and gawks and doesn’t hide any bit of it, openly watching all the way to the emerald park lake and even from the ice-cream stand. well on their way to summer, the day is warm, only made hotter by an unobscured sun. so a tasty, ice-cold treat? seems like a good idea -- one that will definitely not backfire in any way, shape or form.

right?

the stand only sells one type. it’s a colorful thing. shiro isn’t exactly sure what the flavor is, but he orders two before transferring over the appropriate currents. soon enough, he has one in each hand as he makes his way over to a now settled keith.

he smiles to keith’s antics and can’t help laughing softly right along with him. ] I guess I can help you out. [ the exasperation is feigned, obviously so, especially with the way he hasn’t stopped smiling. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t be bothered to hold a popsicle for a few minutes? a bad one, that’s what.

carefully, he lowers himself to the ground in front of keith, flopping down on his bottom with those last few inches. not the most graceful but being without the use of one’s hands will do that to a person. he grins nonetheless and angles his arm, holding the popsicle close enough for keith to reach. ] Just be mindful of the drips, pretty warm out here.

[ keith gives the oddly curved popsicle a quizzical look. did these get partly melted already? the rainbow colors don't make it easy to guess what flavor it's supposed to be either. there's half a tick where he's reminded of all that colorful powder from that festival months ago, but nobody seems to be acting strangely around them so he can afford to be less suspicious about things, right? right. more than anything else though, it's the lil prod that shiro gives about drippage that makes keith shake himself out of speculating wildly based on nothing. tipping his head down, keith parts his lips. ]

Yeah, I'll try not to let any drip on you.

[ that may or may not have been shiro's primary concern, but he gives the red tip a dainty flick with his tongue. ]

Pretty sure red is cherry. [ another swipe, this time licking up from the purple all the way back up the top. ] The bottom one is grape, I think. [ he glances up then, expression suddenly sheepish as he looks away very quickly. ]

It's good when all the flavors mix like that.

[ which is all the preamble shiro gets to keith opening his mouth a little wider to suck down on the popsicle to about the yellow band. see, it'd only occurred to him in retrospect how lewd licking the damn ice lolly must look. surely this has to be an improvement...?? ]

[ shiro’s a planner. looking at a situation from all sides, anticipating all needs, preparing for the worst, yeah, he likes to map things out so he’s never caught wrong-footed. though, considering the last couple of years, no amount of prepping managed to keep him from disaster. so perhaps he should have expected it all to go wrong here. popsicles; of all things popsicles are his undoing. they’re sweet, innocent treats, made more with children in mind and yet, shiro’s smile dims right around the time keith leans forward with lips parted.

… he didn’t think this through.

the first flick has his brain catching on the word wait. the long drag of his tongue up, up, up the length of the popsicle has him moving onto oh. and it’s then that he puts two and two together. the shape, the curve, the general size of the popsicle -- why the fuck does it look like that? he opens his mouth with nothing to say. there’s a start stop, start stop rhythm to his mind and he sits there staring, entirely forgetting about drips, because like hell he’s paying attention to his own popsicle.

he needs to say something though. or blink. anything, really. struck stupid as he is, he does realize he can’t openly gawk without the risk of embarrassing himself.

… which is exactly when keith decides to slide his mouth halfway down the popsicle, swallowing those three colors like it’s completely natural. right. normal -- nothing to see here. except, that’s when a word finally tumbles out of his still open mouth. ]

Woah. [ one tick, two tick, thr-- ] I mean. [ he catches it too late and feels himself warm because of it. that’s the extent of his recovery though. there’s no forthcoming explanation and immediately, he starts fumbling on the inside, trying to put together something that makes sense, other than the embarrassing truth.

he’s still staring. he’s still a little too stupid and a lot too wanting. so he thinks six colors with keith downing three, mumbling a borderline dazed: ] You said you liked all the flavors together.

[ keith blinks up at the woah, one eyebrow raising higher and higher at shiro's apparent speechlessness. so maybe this wasn't the less lewd alternative to licking around the popsicle that keith was hoping for if that's the reception he's getting. if so, he really ought to be spitting the frozen treat out and back pedaling, but......

part of him is undeniably tickled by the way this is getting shiro all dazed and flustered. that may be a little messed up as it were, but sue him. they were talking about finding ways to make the time pass by faster., what's the harm in this if they're in relative private? not that he's particularly keen on gagging on this obnoxiously rainbow colored thing, but he can't help wanting to see shiro a little hot and bothered. he draws back briefly, lips disengaging with a soft pop. ]

Yeah. I did say that. You should try it yourself. Can't have it dripping everywhere.

[ drip drip big guy. but with a grin, keith presses his lips back to the red, opens up and slowly leans into the popsicle, slowing down once he hits yellow. then more cautiously, he inches lower until the feel of ice on the back of his throat elicits a gasp and a shiver. but beyond the shock of cold, it's bearable enough that he goes a little further until he pauses again at the end of the blue band. another shiver, then he looks up at shiro. that glance is entirely deliberate as he takes a little more of the popsicle, then straightens up, panting a little for air. ]

[ drippage. right. he’ll get to it. in a minute? sure. so much for multitasking, because apparently all his brain function is diverted to watching keith slide inch by inch by inch, down the length of the popsicle. the thickness is off. keith has some leeway on that. but the length is… comparable. possibly longer, he thinks with some misplaced annoyance. the takeaway lesson here though, is that keith can swallow down something he shouldn’t be able to swallow down, especially with such ease. it’s got to be nudging down his throat, right? there’s no possible way it’s not.

briefly, shiro tears his gaze away from the stretch of those lips and looks to his throat for some indication, some thickening bulge…? he colors wonderfully, eyes rounding as though scandalized by his own thinking. immediately, he looks back to keith’s face and… that’s not much better, because keith’s looking back and…

direct eye contact with nearly the entire popsicle in keith’s mouth -- shiro makes some sort of sound, throaty and high, his grip on the popsicle stick pinching tighter. fucking hell, it’s been way too long if he’s getting turned on by keith sucking on a popsicle. there’s a distinct throb down low, one that has him inwardly panicking over the fact that he has no free hands to adjust. so if keith doesn’t come up for air soon, shiro’s well on his way to embarrassing himself.

but he does come up. just like that. one moment he has the popsicle down his throat and the next, he’s open mouthed an’ panting, lips slick with rainbow syrup. he stares and finds himself wanting to lick his mouth clean. so he does. he doesn’t even hesitate. the thought comes to him and then he’s ducking in, pushing his mouth against keith’s with no amount of finesse.

the kiss is a mess. a little too eager, a little too rushed, shiro thankfully isn’t all tongue, but he does lave keith’s upper lip and then suck on the bottom, greedily chasing the sweetness there. he’s still holding two, dumbly-shaped popsicles though, making the whole ordeal more difficult than it should be and so, he pulls back, releasing keith’s lip before tonguing at his own. a quick swipe to ensure all the syrup is off and then it’s like a switch flips -- his smile turns shy and he laughs self-consciously, desperately trying to play it off. ]

You’re right. It’s tasty.

[ the wanting look on shiro's face is stunning. if keith had his way, he'd look at it all day -- kiss shiro, slip tongue in his mouth and slide hands down low, lower to squeeze more of those delicious throaty sounds out of him. though as warming as that thought may be, the triple threat of brain freeze, the chill in his throat and a need to breathe work double time at redirecting keith to reality.

numbed as his lips are, he can't quite feel it when shiro presses in, hot and wet, just about in every way the polar opposite of the popsicle to fill his mouth. it's keith's turn to moan then as shiro coaxes heat back into his lips. the idle thought running in the back of his head is that this isn't fair -- shiro's supposed to be the one doing the wanting, damn it. all the same, he's pretty sure that when shiro pulls away, he's the one looking like a dazed, open mouthed mess. keith swallows, wingtips quivering before he holds his arms more rigidly. ]

You... [ another swallow to clear his throat. ] You should give me more then.

[ he wants more, eh? the shyness of his smile eases and he’s getting caught up again. keith makes him want too and it takes nothing at all, just a simple doubling down for shiro to let his thoughts dip low an’ lewd. the sugar is still sweetening his mouth but it’s faint and growing fainter. shiro loathes losing that taste. he has his own, untouched popsicle, one with the exact flavors of syrup candy, but he continues to ignore it, even as the first melted glob drips onto his knuckle. he doesn’t even look. he keeps his gaze on keith’s and lowers his lashes on the next blink, looking sly. ]

Yeah?

[ it’s far more breathy than a situation involving a public park and popsicles calls for. later, perhaps he’ll find his shame, but for now, he slowly tilts his wrist, tipping the popsicle toward keith in offer…

only to swing it right back into its upward position and then further still. he angles it to his own mouth and raises it up, gently bumping the rosy tip to his lips. it rests there for a long moment, the weight of it pressing into the swell of his bottom lip and letting the color seep in. two ticks spent and he pillows his lips, kissing the top and then suckling in a long drag, pulling out as much of the cherry flavor as he can.

and then he moves on. unhurried but predictable after the first two. he goes down the blocks of colors. reddened lips press a kiss to orange. then yellow. then green, blue, purple…

done. he tips the popsicle away and smiles with coated lips, just barely resisting the urge to tongue at the sticky goodness there. with that, he offers up the popsicle for real this time -- no games, no take backs, nothing. ] Okay. [ he tips it to keith but now there’s a second option. which route will keith take, hm? ]

[ keith sits back, watching the bait and switch play out with an amused half smile. crooked cop shiro strikes again, huh? out by the lake, nonetheless. there's something in the way that the inappropriateness of the situation only intensifies the appeal that should be examined, but keith's brain is well and truly occupied by the choices being presented.

popsicle or shiro's syrupy lips. truly, these are the no brainer choices in life that he'd like to be making more often. yet, keith is still recalcitrant enough to look away from the offers being presented to look at the popsicle that's going ignored in shiro's other hand. rolling onto his knees, he scoots closer to shiro, raising one arm to shield them both from scrutiny with black and red feathers.

stopping just as he's started to encorach too far into shiro's persona space, he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to shiro's lips, tongue dipping in to taste that rainbow sweetness all blended together. ]

You're delicious. Even if you are a popsicle thief.

[ murmured into the kiss, keith breathes warm air onto cooled lips and pulls away with purple-blue staining his mouth. not that he seems to realize this because he settles back seeming almost smug, ]

You're dripping all over your hand, babe.

[ one puffed breath and now shiro’s the one shivering. keith can be smug all he likes; he’s earned it. because shiro? he’s soft-eyed and lax-mouthed, breathing heavier to steady the way rational thought has gone dizzy an’ slow.

they’re at the park. it’s midday and bright, far too public for them to be doing this. shiro isn’t exactly opposed to a healthy dose of pda in a relationship, although he does think there’s a time and a place and a limit to what should be put on display for other people to see. this is not pda though. this is… messy. suggestive. even with keith’s makeshift shielding in their otherwise secluded spot, they’re not completely free of prying eyes if anyone cares to look their way.

so they should rein it in. should being the key word here. does he though? again, keith reminds him of the dripping and this time, shiro looks. he blinks slow, feeling lazy and disconnected in the moment. he stares then and it takes him a long time to acknowledge the muddled mix of colored syrup sticking to his knuckles an’ dripping further, to roll into the clasped curve of his palm. ]

Oh. [ a beat. a blink. ] Huh. I am.

[ he should do something about that, shouldn’t he? he catches the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it back an’ forth and only stops when he thinks maybe. he likes the idea better of someone else doing something about it. in public sounds off somewhere in his brain but he’s quick to dismiss it as he looks back to keith an’ his stained mouth.

he extends his hand, offering up both the untouched popsicle and his syrup-ruined hand. ] Clean me up? [ because see, his own mouth is busy. he makes sure of it by tipping keith’s popsicle back toward himself, flicking his tongue once at the tip. ]

[ fucking incredible. keith's gaze shifts from the extended popsicle and the one shiro's busy licking (his) before he laughs and shakes his head. ]

Oh yeah? But I'm thinking I might have to report a crime first.

[ popsicle larceny. the most unforgivable crime of all. sumarlok's finest are just itching to take on that case, surely. keith licks his lower lip, incidentally cleaning off about half the syrup., then feigns looking around this way and that for one of shiro's coworkers. ]

Wher'es a good cop when you need one, huh?

if it unsettles you i can take it back

you should. it wasn't midnight.

oh true. consider it removed from the record.

everything is as it should be.

yes, can't go upsetting the natural balance of the universe

i wonder if there's a universe out there where we're nice to each other all the time cept @ midnight

I wonder if in that universe you're on keith and i play shiro

... this is such an odd thing to picture.

it makes me laugh tho

i wonder if that universe's noct sheith is as embarrassing.

:/ i feel stupdiity is somehow integral to the functioning of this relationship?

it kind of is. the more stupid they are, the more in love they are... or smth.

truly the most hopeless fools….

forever morons.

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