[ okay. so whatever doubts keith may have about adi, he'll at least credit them for their punctuality. of course, the speediness of dispatch really makes him wonder how often they need to do clean up and what else they've had to clean up and lie about to the public, but staring at them isn't helping divine an answer, and any thought of sticking around to loom over the proceedings fades fast once it's made abundantly clear that the adi folks are just as keen on making keith provide statements. tedious statements. shiro's account had already been thorough enough, hadn't it?
but fine. he's not here to throw a stink about bureaucracy. ....except maybe he should be complaining anyway, considering the change of clothes they've brought just don't even fit him correctly. practically drowning in his t-shirt and shorts, keith gives up on pulling his sleeve to properly cover his shoulder after the third time the fabric slips off. what matters is that they're both clean and walking far, far away from the mess on the trail.
arguably, they walk right into a very different kind of mess when they turn into mcdonalds. though the canteen serves typical americana like fries and burgers, there's something definitely distinct about the way a fast food restaurant smells. good or bad, keith couldn't put a finger on it, but it's kind of nostalgic. admittedly, it does kind of cheer keith up a little bit to watch shiro try to fit himself on a tiny hamburger chair, which probably means keith himself looks equally ridiculous here.
he opens up his happy meal box, pulling out his toy. the seal barely gets a glance as keith sets it off to the side and nibbles on a fry. hard to be hungry after that bloody mess, but there's still something to be said about keeping up your energy levels. just in case. seems like shiro's feeling about the same if the enthusiastic way he's going about his meal says anything. keith breathes out, glancing around the interior of the mcdonalds. ]
That it's been a while since you've eaten fast food?
[ it's stated as mildly as possible, though keith suspects he knows what shiro's getting at. being surrounded by normalcy is jarring at times when your own life isn't so normal anymore. brow furrowing, he has a sip of coke. instantly, he glares at the cup. was this stuff always so sweet? ]
Don't think there's anything wrong with that. [ or at least, there wouldn't be if there'd been an actual choice involved. ] ....But I guess that's not what you're getting at, huh.
shrio on that burger chair....
but fine. he's not here to throw a stink about bureaucracy. ....except maybe he should be complaining anyway, considering the change of clothes they've brought just don't even fit him correctly. practically drowning in his t-shirt and shorts, keith gives up on pulling his sleeve to properly cover his shoulder after the third time the fabric slips off. what matters is that they're both clean and walking far, far away from the mess on the trail.
arguably, they walk right into a very different kind of mess when they turn into mcdonalds. though the canteen serves typical americana like fries and burgers, there's something definitely distinct about the way a fast food restaurant smells. good or bad, keith couldn't put a finger on it, but it's kind of nostalgic. admittedly, it does kind of cheer keith up a little bit to watch shiro try to fit himself on a tiny hamburger chair, which probably means keith himself looks equally ridiculous here.
he opens up his happy meal box, pulling out his toy. the seal barely gets a glance as keith sets it off to the side and nibbles on a fry. hard to be hungry after that bloody mess, but there's still something to be said about keeping up your energy levels. just in case. seems like shiro's feeling about the same if the enthusiastic way he's going about his meal says anything. keith breathes out, glancing around the interior of the mcdonalds. ]
That it's been a while since you've eaten fast food?
[ it's stated as mildly as possible, though keith suspects he knows what shiro's getting at. being surrounded by normalcy is jarring at times when your own life isn't so normal anymore. brow furrowing, he has a sip of coke. instantly, he glares at the cup. was this stuff always so sweet? ]
Don't think there's anything wrong with that. [ or at least, there wouldn't be if there'd been an actual choice involved. ] ....But I guess that's not what you're getting at, huh.