[ wow, attacking potential customers, what would your employer say, keith?? as opposed to keith’s haughty display, shiro is still banking hard on amusement, mouth seemingly stuck on a smile. gee thanks, he will, in fact, enjoy looking over this… concoction. in theory, steak and shrimp go well together; surf n’ turfs are usually the priciest things on the menu at high end restaurants.
but… a philly cheesesteak with a layer of slathered shrimp? why is there so much cheese? and why does it bother shiro so much?
guess the smile isn’t stuck; he’s well on his way to a perplexed frown. there’s a question, however, and shiro tears his gaze from the printed sub, taking in his friend sub instead. ]
Oh.
[ that’s right. he practically forgot that keith isn’t the only one dressed out of the norm. ]
I was making some extra cash. [ and there’s nothing particularly weird about how he went about making said cash, but here, shiro directs his gaze back to the flyer, forcing nonchalance -- ] By, uh, modeling? [ -- which he completely butchers. why is that inflecting high as a question? ]
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but… a philly cheesesteak with a layer of slathered shrimp? why is there so much cheese? and why does it bother shiro so much?
guess the smile isn’t stuck; he’s well on his way to a perplexed frown. there’s a question, however, and shiro tears his gaze from the printed sub, taking in his friend sub instead. ]
Oh.
[ that’s right. he practically forgot that keith isn’t the only one dressed out of the norm. ]
I was making some extra cash. [ and there’s nothing particularly weird about how he went about making said cash, but here, shiro directs his gaze back to the flyer, forcing nonchalance -- ] By, uh, modeling? [ -- which he completely butchers. why is that inflecting high as a question? ]