[ oh, so he finds that amusing, huh? he’s still grinning despite suspecting that he is very much the butt of a joke here and keeps on walking backwards, hands loose at his sides and voice dry. ]

It may have made the kid’s day, but I don’t think her parents appreciated having to lug that around for her.

[ the words come slower toward the end, his own attention waning as he watches keith’s skirt to the side to eye up this next set of prizes. he turns his head and looks for himself, though, his gaze is more focused on the inflatable swords and bats. ah, fitting; seems very much like a keith game with those kind of prizes.

he looks back to keith and comes to a full stop, one shoulder lifting on a lopsided shrug. ]

Sure. Looks straightforward enough. [ and easy. which is probably misleading. still, when the carnie comes over, holding the toy rifle and requesting three tickets to play, shiro hands them over without hesitation. ]

I’ll win you something nice. [ he tosses a grinning look toward keith. ] I’m thinking a sword? [ the red one, specifically. ]