[ he can sense those mullet brain cells firing off, connecting the crumb trail of hints. he can see keith working though it as he stares at that obscenely white, coated turkey ball. meatball; not quite but warmer, definitely getting warmer. will he get it? will he finally realize the genius of shiro’s very clever, very humorous joke?
keith isn’t laughing but shiro is too delighted – and distracted – that keith finally understands the innuendo, that he doesn’t seem too bothered. in fact, he grins wide and leans back. there’s a cockiness to that recline, especially with how his face tips upward and his hands lace behind his head, elbows pointed wide. ]
Mmhm.
[ ah, his glory days. some time before his golden boy status but he was well on his way, charming the brass and charming boys in vastly different ways. ]
Used to be an expert. [ the grin lasts for three, two, one, and then his expression sours into a pout. ]
Not anymore. [ from shitty humor to basking in his prowess to lamenting his nonexistent sex life: this is why, come tomorrow, he is going to swear off alcohol. ]
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keith isn’t laughing but shiro is too delighted – and distracted – that keith finally understands the innuendo, that he doesn’t seem too bothered. in fact, he grins wide and leans back. there’s a cockiness to that recline, especially with how his face tips upward and his hands lace behind his head, elbows pointed wide. ]
Mmhm.
[ ah, his glory days. some time before his golden boy status but he was well on his way, charming the brass and charming boys in vastly different ways. ]
Used to be an expert. [ the grin lasts for three, two, one, and then his expression sours into a pout. ]
Not anymore. [ from shitty humor to basking in his prowess to lamenting his nonexistent sex life: this is why, come tomorrow, he is going to swear off alcohol. ]