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[OPEN LOG] Turkey Testicle Festival Open Mingle!

Who: Everyone!
When: Post-Thanksgiving Weekend
Where: Bottoms Up Bar and Tavern
Summary: The annual Turkey Testicle Festival returns to a local Gloucester bar with special events including a turkey testicle eating competition, live music, karaoke … and some unexpected spooks and slaughter themed hallucinations
Warnings: Please put appropriate content warnings in your top levels! General warnings include:
For the festival: Alcohol
For the opt-in aftermath: Slaughterhouses, blood, implied animal cruelty, industrialized slaughter, tactile/auditory/visual hallucinations

Welcome to the Annual Turkey Testicle Festival!

It’s that beloved time of the year, folks! All across the United States, several towns host a much lauded festival called the Turkey Testicle Festival and lucky you, Gloucester just so happens to be one of those special towns that pay tribute to the full glory of the humble turkey. Fliers for the event hosted by the Bottoms Up Bar and Tavern can be seen all around town advertising the momentous occasion. See you there!

Dining & Drinking

Bottoms Up serves up classic American bar foods and offers a wide selection of local beers as well as hard liquors for anyone who wants to get their drink on. Just be sure to provide some kind of ID. Or get someone else to get you a drink -- it’s a party, the bartenders won’t ask so long as you don’t get them in direct trouble. But let’s be real, why are you here eating nachos and chicken wings when you could be eating….

The Balls

Ah yes, the crown jewels of the event, who could forget? Breaded and deep fried to golden brown, crispy perfection these balls are just bursting with flavor! Served with your choice of hot sauce for some spice or creamy white sauce, these delectables are said to taste just like chicken nuggets.

Dare to find out.

Or better yet, join the turkey testicle eating contest! Win glorious prizes such as a twenty dollar gift card to Walmart or a CD signed by Sense of Evan. ~~Please, they have so many CDs nobody seems to want…~~

Live Music

Looks like a local band is playing for part of the festival. For better or for worse, “Sense of Evan” are a cover and playing all the best meme hits from the likes of Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, Nickelback amongst others. Come jam out to the music, make merry with other festival attendees. Or maybe you’ll just be hanging out by the wall wondering how could this happen to me…..

Karaoke

But just because the live band’s done playing, doesn’t mean the music stops. Nope. Bottoms Up staff have dredged up a karaoke machine! Now it’s your turn to show off your singing chops and wow the crowd! Or conversely break a few eardrums. It’s all in good fun, right?

The Aftermath

…Or maybe it wasn’t all just in good fun after all?

For those who attended the festival , they may wake up the next day with some unwanted side effects. It might start out subtle — the odd sound of a conveyor belt moving along, the occasional electric shock by your neck. Weird bodily and auditory sensations that seem to flit in and out from an entirely different place. But as the day progresses, these strange occurrences seem to become stronger, clearer until the hallucinations really kick in.

Visions of yourself trapped in a steel pen, along with so many others all waiting to be pushed onto a conveyor belt. Perhaps you’re sharing the hallucination with others you recognize, perhaps you’re meant to work together to escape the seemingly endless line of slaughter and industrialized death. One way or another, these hallucinations will last a full day before they gradually taper off in intensity.

Notes:

• The after effects are purely opt-in. You do not have to play with any Slaughter themed elements if your character attends the festival.
• For the slaughterhouse hallucinations, feel free to go ham with the set up. Be as horrible to your characters as you like, please just warn with the appropriate content warnings.
• As per the mod’s notes, characters who choose to investigate Bottom’s Up following this incident, they'll find that the grocery store had a mix-up in their meat order and got something that came off of one of Sable's shipments. The grocery store's usual seller came up short and just bought up what they could find on short notice to cover the holiday rush.

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[ keith does not understand this emotional rollercoaster shiro has strapped himself into, but whatever concern he'd been about the voice is abruptly smooshed into shiro's chest. hi? keith tenses, then relaxes a beat later, deciding that yes, saying hi to pec is a-okay. ]

I know, I know...

[ it's murmured a little soft, face tipping up just barely to make himself more audible. ] You're the only one dude I'd go to the bathroom with.

[ ...for whatever reason shiro might want to go to the bathroom together for. bless keith's soul, he still doesn't know what that was about. maybe the guy didn't know where the bathrooms were? wanted someone to stand guard while he did his business in the stalls??? just.. weird. ]

[ hear that dick, wherever dicks hide: keith only has eyes for shiro… as a bathroom partner. that elated feeling of triumph fades in one beat, two beats, and his murky thoughts connect to understand the full meaning of that statement. okay, not understand, because nothing shiro is thinking makes any sort of sense in the context of who they are to each other but…

keith wants to visit the bathroom with him? takashi shirogane. not some guy. not his adi crush. ex-crush? it has been a few weeks since a dejected keith confessed his crush didn’t like him back…

idiot.

shiro huffs and tightens his arms on another squeeze, locking keith suffocatingly close for one, extended beat before deciding: ]

You deserve better than a bathroom. [ … surely there’s more to that statement. sadly, there isn’t. shiro relaxes his grip and lets keith go free. mostly, because his palms still find placement on keith’s hips. amazingly, even buzzed to high hell, shiro has enough ingrained care to realize keith deserves better than a filthy, bar bathroom as the backdrop as his first experience with a boy. he gives keith’s left hip a pat, swaying ever so slightly on unsteady feet. ]

So let’s just eat some balls.

[ slightly disgruntled over being dislodged from a perfectly comfortable place, keith wrinkles his nose as he looks up at shiro. though a beat later, he has to ask: ]

... I do?

[ ??? the pistons are slow to fire in keith's head, but that still registers as an odd combination of words. deserve better than a bathroom -- how so? does one deserve to escort someone places? suddenly his head hurts in the familiar way that it does whenever he's starting to think he's lost the plot. ]

Oh... [ at the very least, the suggestion shiro throws out about eating turkey balls is met with obedience as keith feels for the booth and takes a seat again. he even reaches for his little cup of balls and dipping sauces but his eyes are still very much on shiro, one foot still lost in that same old rabbit hole. ]

I guess I'm glad you don't need me to go wih you to the bathroom then?

[ help, he's so big eyed and confused.... ]

[ shiro sits himself down as well, feeling steadier already, now that he isn’t trying to balance six feet plus on legs that seem to want to tilt this way and that. keith has control of the balls, which is fine. shiro is busy frowning at his slightly soggy glass, condensation beginning to appear on the sides. he nudges it toward the center of the table, only to think better of it and keep pushing it all the way to the other end, as far away from keith as he can get it.

oh. they’re still talking about the bathroom?

shiro turns his head to look to keith, dragging his hand to set it in front of himself on the table. he rubs his index and thumb together, dispersing the wetness there and then with far too much seriousness: ]

I’d never jeopardize us by taking you to the bathroom. [ just because they’re cutting loose at a bar and just because keith isn’t a bad looking dude, doesn’t mean they should do that. sure, it’s been a really long time for shiro and sometimes he wants to break the dry spell, but this is keith. his best friend. though, some guy here doesn’t seem to recognize that. shiro does need to assert his claim as best friend – is that a way to do that? shiro doesn’t think so… but blearily, he does take a moment to reconsider, doubting his once vehement confidence.

maybe they should…? no. ]

I have more self-control than that. [ … clearly demonstrated by him being currently trashed. ]

[ the baffled look on keith's face intensifies as he haphazardly skewers a ball on the end of his fork and accidentally splashes it into the ranch. jeopardize us? i have more self control than that?

keith blinks, then attempts to scoop out the ball by rolling it around somewhat ineffectually. ]]

You[re not putting me in jeopardy by going to the bathroom...?

[ it's laugable that there's enough uncertainty in keith's voice that it even sounds like a question. this isn't dogtown, but it's still gloucester so.... who knows? maybe there's some freaky but cool oddity hiding out in the bar bathroos?? at least that almost starts to make sense of why the other guy wanted to take him to go?? brow furrowing, keith finally manages to reskewer the ball, and lifts it out of the ranch, now thoroughly drenched in white sauce. ]

You don't have to protect me from the bathroom, you know?

[ maybe not. keith is an adult. they’re both adults. some friends do that sort of thing for a whole slew of reasons: boredom, need, loneliness. if he and keith decided to give a casual hook-up a try, what would their justification be?

murky thoughts becoming murkier by the second, shiro stares at that ranch coated ball. ]

Guess not.

[ the words come a pinch slow, like he isn’t fully convinced even as he’s agreeing aloud. he eyes the white ball for another beat and then reaches over, snapping a ball himself, straight out of the cup via his fingers. a frown follows. ]

Do you only wanna go with me because your crush doesn’t like you?

[ desperation is also a reason. ]

[ where keith had been focusing his efforts entirely on not dropping the ball, the mention of his crush gets his attention to fracture instantly. ]

My crush?

[ ??????? hell, even those questions may as well be audible. confused and now definitely lost, there's a totally blank look on keith's face as he stares at shiro. why would he want a crush to take him to the bathroom at a bar of all places? he ponders on his own for a second, but it threatens to make his head hurt. ]

I want to go with you because it's you.

[ try as he may, he's unable to get the duh out of his tone, even though he's really not quite sure why he's even arguing over the bathroom at this point. ... or arguing in general, reallu, but the words continue to pour out. ]

Nonexistent crush has nothing to do with it.

[ scowl-pouting slightly, keith's eyes go back on the coated ball balanced on his fork. there is... definitely too much ranch on this thing, but maybe that'll only enhance the taste? tentatively keith gives the ball a lick. ]

[ hold the fucking phone. the crush is nonexistent? sure, shiro knew keith thought his crush was unrequited and yes, it’s been over a month since keith clued him in on that, but turmoil or time don’t always mean the heart gives up. keith is over it though; over this mystery someone that shiro still agonizes over. who is it? what do they look like? tall, short, slender, beefy, light haired, dark haired…

huh. all these years and he doesn’t have the slightest clue of what keith’s type is. how is that possible?

his drunk brain is especially focused on this right now and perturbed, really, because as his best friend, shouldn’t shiro know what kind of dude keith is into? considering that keith is okay with visiting a bathroom stall with him, shiro can probably assume that he falls somewhere in the range of what aesthetically pleases keith, right?

… why is this important?

he pinches the turkey ball between his index and thumb as he considers this… only to derail immediately upon seeing keith taking on his own turkey ball. just – keith. that isn’t how one is supposed to approach this. ]

Oh. [ he can’t tear his gaze away. it’s there. it’s stuck there; staring at the licked, bare strip along the testicle, the heavy coat of white making him think things he should not be thinking. perhaps that’s why his mouth runs away from him with this dumb crush discussion…? should it even be considered a discussion? ]

So you’re available. [ physically. emotionally. available for what though? And for who? ] That’s good to know.

[ the sample lick yields unsurprising results. it tastes like ranch. incredible insights into what lies beneath a coating of fried batter. keith doesn't have a refined palate so he doubts anything about the experience of a turkey testicle will be especially offensive, but it's hard not to keep circling back to it's a ball and then thinking about his own.

mercifully, shiro keeps interrupting this cycle by apparently refusing to drop the crush debacle which has now become inextricably linked to the bar bathroom in keith's very clear headed mind. stalling a little for time, he looks away from the ball and raises an eyebrow. ]

Well yeah, I'm available. [ it's matter of fact, but still questioning. if anything the fact that keith isn't embarrassed about this is probably the clearest indication that he has no clue what shiro's actually getting at here. in fact: ] Did you want to go to the bathroom now?

[ ...for whatever mysterious reason that shiro can't go alone?? he starts looking away in the direction of the bar bathrooms when he happens to spot the flying kangaroo in his peripheral vision. ir clicks then. ]

....do you need to puke?

[ that’s a loaded question. they’ve been circling this will they or won’t they bathroom bit for a good while now and each time it’s reoffered to shiro, that once, very firm belief that they shouldn't comes back weaker. last time it came with a maybe they should and now it’s a few steps further into it might not be so bad. dangerous territory, that’s what that is, but does shiro have the capacity to process the kind of consequences that would follow such a decision?

he’s nodding. he’s actually nodding. it’s a barely there, slow bobble of his head, sure, but it’s still a nod. he gets two, three in as he watches keith look away. warmth fills his system, the beat in his chest picks up and he feels dizzy on the knowledge that he’s accepting, that they’re going to do this, that they’re going to stumble their way into a stall and –

nevermind.

there are two ways for drunk shiro to react to this: lean hard into the preposterous of it with some boisterous laughter or hyper focus on how offended he is that keith is even thinking about him hurling. judging by the scrunch of shiro’s face, he’s going with the second option. he makes a hmph sound in his throat before he pops the turkey ball into his mouth, chewing on it with a pout. grumbles in between chews. ]

I don’t need you to hold back my floof. [ he feels fine, thanks. ]

[ ah, so shiro does need to go to the bathroom? is this two cent sherlock holmes mystery finally over? .... evidently not. the last question has clearly displeased his best friend and keith is left floundering all over again. ]

....oh.

[ his expression falters as he drops eye contact to look back at the ball resting on his fork. should he be apologizing, even though he isn't sure what for? it wouldn't exactly be the first time he's said the wrong thing and gone and offended someone without meaning to. wanting to sigh, but refraining, keith keeps his eyes on the ball as he speaks. ]

Okay. I didn't mean to upset you. [ a beat. ] I don't think anything in my head's making sense right now. Sorry.

[ he’s not upset. or is he? he doesn’t know. it seems his head isn’t making any sense either. ]

Yeah. [ a beat, in which that pout lets up and he relaxes closer to neutrality. ] Mine too.

[ if neither of them are thinking straight, then that means going to the bathroom to not be friends is… bad? trying to follow the logic of his fragmented decision-making, shiro concludes that he had it right the first time: friends don’t go to the bathroom together. a shadow of that pout is back, though it’s one of confusion rather than an annoyed feeling. ]

Let’s not go to the bathroom until both our heads are working again. [ he tacks on a nod, encouraging the belief that that’s the right decision by supporting it himself. ]

We'll stay here and eat these balls, okay? [ he reaches over then, to snag another ball and pop it in his mouth as he eyes up keith’s still mostly untouched ball. come on, keith, catch up. ]

[ ok. so shiro isn't mad, used to want to go to the bathroom but doesn't want to anymore and is now prompting him to refocus on the turkey balls. summation of events neatly organized, keith still keeps his eyes on shiro for a moment longer, trying to make inferences out of facial expressions his brain honestly isn't in any kind of state to accurately interpret. ]

If you're sure.

[ pouting doesn't make it seem like shiro is sure, but keith's finally getting it into his head that maybe the bathroom is too touchy of a subject to be dealing with at this point for reasons that are still unclear to him. looking at the ball then, keith eyes it with a lingering bit of uncertainty. shiro had just popped the thing whole in his mouth,, so that's probably the best bet on how to go about eating a known testicle. frowning very slightly, keith stalls a moment longer. ]

Did you do anything special to commemorate your first ball?

[ why the fuck would anyone commemorate this? don't ask keith. he's just very unsure if he wants to know if the turkey nuggets of ye olde good days were a hoax from the start. ]

[ shiro isn’t sure of anything anymore. sitting here and stuffing turkey balls into his mouth is, at least, familiar territory, so given the choice, this is by far the safer option. munching on his testicle, he considers keith for a moment and then swallows, brow wrinkled in a way that suggests he’s trying very diligently to unearth the memory. first ball, first ball…

end of november. a few years into his residence in arizona, so he was… seventeen, eighteen, he thinks? hot day. a very deserty day.

he shrugs as he swallows. ] Wouldn’t say special. It was pretty ordinary. [ a beat. a brief laugh. ] As ordinary as a festival out in the boonies can be, I mean.

[ another beat and – really, he’s part tempted to snag keith’s turkey ball next if he leaves it forked like that much longer. ] The guys took me out. [ he doesn’t elaborate on who the guys are, partly due to him lacking the self-awareness that it’s an entirely vague detail that keith won’t be able to follow. ]

Thought it’d be funny to introduce the Florida boy to some balls. [ and now he’s grinning, boyish and sly. ] Little did they know I already knew plenty on the subject.

[ this whole story is just earning shiro a blink. ]

So you had balls before Arizona?

[ do floridians eat gator testicles... is that a thing?? keith isn't entirely sure he wants to know, but dr. shirogane over there just seems so confident about his apparently phd in balls. ]

[ okay. this is on shiro. he should’ve known the joke wouldn’t land. he has a choice here: pout and explain it was a joke or double-down.

he still has that sly look going so, welp, here he goes: ]

No, no, they were Arizona balls. Born and raised.

[ so apparently shiro’s usual humor isn’t the bottom of the barrel; it can actually get worse when he’s had a few. ]

[ keith's brow scrunches as he tries to parse that out. arizona balls, born and raised but not turkey balls? what other balls specific to arizona could shiro be an expert in? there's obviously a joke somewhere here judging from shiro's expression, but what is it? what could this fushigi mystery mean?

he goes quiet for several seconss, contemplating his turkey ball like that'll yield some kind of answer. ]

... Like meatballs?

[ not that those wouldn't have existed in florida, but arizona born and raised beef wouldn't exist in florida by definition right?

or.... squint. ]

Waaaaaaaaait. You mean people balls?

[ 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. ]

[ there are a lot of sensible ways keith could process this particular emotional rollercoaster. the edge of tipsiness that's got a hold of his brain doesn't allow for any of those sensible ways. instead, he listens, watches shiro's expression fall and turns inwards.

used to be. frankly, keith hasn't given much thought to what shiro was like before adam. he doesn't know what exactly shiro was like when he was keith's age, but increasingly the contrast makes keith feel like slamming his fists down onto the table.

it's no secret that his life has been messed up for a while, helped no less by being involuntarily plunnged into a space war. it's normal for keith, sure, but these glimpses he gets of what his life could have been if he'd never given up on himself and everyone around him, never gotten involved in blowing up alien warcrafts....

it's pointless to create stupid hypotheticals like that. keith knows that much all too well, but for a second that alternate reality where he, too, could have had a nice life, a nice boy to be ball experts with and wasn't dealing with existential threats in multiple realities really gets to him. ]

Yeah? Well you didn't almost die a goddamn virgin.

[ it's almost comedically huffy, especially with the way keith's started glaring at his turkey ball. ]

And at least turkey balls weren't your first balls.

[ and with that said? he finally pops the turkey ball in his mouth and chomps angrily. ]

[ oh. so is that what they’re doing? shiro didn’t realize they were one-upping each other with who has the more pathetic sex life. this isn’t the right environment for this kind of heart to heart. with a clearer mind, shiro would be able to empathize with how keith’s youth is being robbed – has been robbed. shiro lacks a lot of the in depth details of keith’s adolescence and early teens, but coming from a single-parent home to a no-parent home is beyond shiro’s comprehension. difficult is putting it too lightly; shiro will never fully understand how trying those years had to be. and everything that’s come after? from the fallout of kerberos to voltron to here… – life has been equal parts unkind and unfair to keith.

just as it has been to shiro. so keith’s snotty attitude? shiro bristles, slightly, in the face of it, immediately thinking of how many times he’s almost died. sure, he wouldn’t have died a virgin, but he has a slew of other things that could be said. almost died being known as a failure to all of earth. almost died as a circus monkey to a roaring crowd. almost died as a false, maybe paladin. see, he can do it too.

don’t get mad. the self-soothing lacks its usual stability and he barely recognizes it for what it is. he’s frustrated, but perhaps not for this sick competition keith’s started. he’s more frustrated at keith being frustrated, because to shiro, it seems unwarranted. this is fixable. this is something easily dealt with. so: ]

Why are you so upset? [ it’s genuine in curiosity, but the careful tact is missing. it comes out without measure, sounding huffy and exasperated. ] It’s not like that had to be your first.

[ face tipped toward keith, shiro watches him chomp through one hard chew and then sits properly again. actually, no, he doesn’t. he sits up and hardly pauses before hunching his weight forward, resting his forearms on the table to lean into them. ]

You always do this [ wrinkles his nose, looking at his hands. ] You count yourself out before you give yourself a chance. You're better than that.

[ always isn’t a fair assessment. but his words are also slightly slurred, so wide, sweeping generalizations are the best he can manage right now. ]

You could have any guy in here if you put the tiniest of effort into it. [ if meaningless hook-ups is something keith wants. he frowns deeper at that. what happened to keith’s goal of putting himself out there? did one bad crush have keith now thinking he’ll be stuck alone forever? idiot. ]

[ why are you so upset? great. keith doesn't like having his feelings brushed aside like that on a good day, but it's especially intolerable coming from shiro. you always do this. that's another nerve skewered. if you put in the tiniest bit of effort into it.

if keith were processing anything rationally, this would have all been irritating yes, but nothing outside of his tolerance level. in the moment however, it comes across a whole lot like the only person allowed to feel sorry for themselves is shiro and keith erupts out his seat, very nearly knocking it backwards. ]

And what about you, huh? What's keeping you from going back to your old ways if you miss 'em so much? Nobody cares about a bit of scarring, you know. Nobody whose opinion matters anyway.

[ he takes an uneven step away from the table, forcing himself to take a deep breath. ]

I'm going home.

[ it’s far too easy to feed off of that anger. keith’s blood pressure is obviously skyrocketing and shiro’s is escalating too, frown pinching tight and shoulders going rigid, taunt, solid…

only for the wind to be sucked right out of his sails with three simple words. oh. what? he’s leaving? now? why? wait. and from there, everything unravels. his frustration isn’t wiped clean but it’s sofer, more manageable, and inevitably, becomes saturated with regret. not enough for him to say sorry, however; not when he’s still emotionally keeled over from that suckerpunch to his gut about how the wreck of his body is so easily overlooked. it’s not. it’s fucking not, and suggesting it, especially in a fit to win an argument, is such a mockery that it’s borderline unforgivable.

so they’re even, he supposes. neither of them need to say sorry for this blunder of a conversation. and if keith wants to be far away from shiro, then… ]

Okay.

[ he swallows thickly and stubbornly refuses to crumble. it feels a lot like defeat though. that strong line of his shoulders give and they do hunch, ever so slightly, as he makes a point of keeping his gaze on the table. they’re supposed to stick together. they’re supposed to always have each other’s backs. distantly, shiro realizes that he shouldn’t allow keith to head back to headquarters all by himself, especially impaired.

– but shiro is also impaired and doesn’t push. in fact, he doesn’t even sound sure of where he’s supposed to be. ]

I’ll… stay here? [ is that what keith wants? is that what shiro wants? he doesn’t know anymore. ]

[ this is easily one of the most miserable thanksgivings keith has spent in his life. it's a fact that keith registers, digests and instantly feels sick over, but for the life of him he has to get out of this fucking bar because even the live music feels like it's mocking him.

i tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter?

great. just fucking great.

he turns away from shiro without another word, eyes fixed on the exit. though dizzy on his feet, keith manages not to bump into anyone on the way out nor does he ever stop to look over his shoulder to check if shiro is following. whatever autopsy is to be done of the conversation and assign blame to who was over the line, keith isn't about to do it while his head is pounding.

of course, he can more or less hear everyone blaming him anyway because everything is always somehow his fault whenever arguments are fucking concerned, but that only makes him angrier. finally, just as he reaches the door he bumps into a guy who'd been coming inside, hard enough to elicit a growled watch it and for a mad second keith considers just outright snarling in response.

mercifully, he doesn;t.

one scowl and the altercation that could have been glosses on over and keith leans heavily against the front of the building to take a couple of deep breaths. ]

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[ he lasts two minutes. time is a nebulous concept at present and to shiro, despite the same song still playing, it feels far longer than that. it feels like he’s wasted away precious tens of minutes, staring at his soggy, abandoned drink making a condensation ring on the table. the regret is coming on stronger now. without keith standing within reach, heck, even standing within eyesight, all of that annoyance and exasperation has lost its fixated point, crushed under the weighty knowledge that he let keith slink out of here feeling… what? discarded? unwanted? unworthy?

strange, considering this whole disagreement stemmed from shiro trying to verbalize how keith is a bit of a gem. smart, brave, funny, adventurous, strong, loyal, good-looking to boot… of course keith could snatch up any guy if he let down his walls a smidge. he’s a precious find; shiro knows that well.

and yet he’s let keith go, to walk the ten or so city blocks alone, despite this reality being riddled with dangerous occurrences. fuck, how many times have shiro and keith been out together, and just barely escaped disaster? granted, most have happened in dogtown but does he want to take that chance and gamble with keith’s well-being?

it’s taken awhile for that thought to become clear in his brain but inevitably, it settles and he thinks, no, he can’t sit here and not watch keith’s back. furthermore? it isn’t just about safety either. as he gets to his feet and rushes in the wake of keith’s exit, weaving on steps that cannot for the life of him follow a straight-shot to the door, shiro also, already, somehow misses keith. a touch affectionate and a touch irrational from drink, it’s more paramount for him to find his friend than it is to stay mad for… reasons that become murkier by the second.

the blast of cold air greets him once he finds himself outside. he feels a little more alert and yet, he still comes out rushed and a pinch agitated when he doesn’t immediately see keith. he turns to start off in the direction of headquarters, wondering how many blocks ahead keith is, when he sees him there, leaning against the building. surprise has him stopping short. relief has him visibly relaxing. and eagerness to keep keith this time has him blurting out: ]

I wanna go with you.

[ if nothing else, the new england chill has a bit of a sobering effect. or maybe that's more attributable to having a solid wall and distance away from the live band drumming the headache deeper in his head. or maybe all of that's pure bullshit because keith does, in fact, lose track of time as he stands outside the bar, breathing in deep lungfuls of cold air.

he isn't soothed by any means. he feels out of place and out of odds with himself and the feeling only seems to intensify as the denizens of gloucester pass by, some with indifference others with vague disapproval. though he'd just said he was going home, this place is pretty far from it. no desert, no warm sunshine, just some crappy town in massachusetts with even crappier happenstances.

and of course, the one person here who shares that real home with him is the same person who's pissed off at him now. the part of him that's still feeling vindictive and bruised over the insinuation that he's not trying hard enough thinks fuck him. the rest just feels even more miserable.

suffice to say, he doesn't expect shiro to come bursting out of the bar. despite being pissed, there's still some part of him that's a little relieved? happy? pathetic. keith looks over, struck just a little bit stupid until a moment later, he redirects his gaze to the ground. ]

I can get back just fine on my own.

[ cuz that's what this is about right? coddling? probably. ]

Welcome to the Annual Turkey Testicle Festival!

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