Sure it does. You've both got the intense eyebrow going on.
[ keith laughs as he ducks out from underneath shiro's mullet ruffling hand and gives his head a shake to make his bangs fall back into place. there's a joke he could make also about them both being corny, but that joke is too corny to make. he straightens up, grinning and follows shiro's line of sight to the little rocket prize.
looking from the toy back to shiro, keith thrusts the red hippo into shiro's hands and starts heading over towards the game with an unspoken say no more type of swagger. the fact that this thing involves knives does a lot to boost his confidence as well, even if the nature of this fucking circus makes it likely that not all is as it seems.
completely unperturbed, he plonks down three tickets onto the counter and listens as the carnie explains the game. throw the knife, no leaning over the counter, pop a balloon, profit. keith is only kinda-sorta listening, his focus more drawn to the throwing knife he's been handed over. he tests the blade with his finger, frowning when the thing turns out to be about as sharp as a butter knife. ]
Guess my work's all cut out for me.
[ muttered to himself, then looking conspiratorially over at shiro: ]
Should just use my knife.
[ but with that said, keith sighs, tossing the knife from one hand to another to test the weight and fall of it, and sizes up the distance between the counter and the balloons. is he taking this far too fucking seriously? probably. even the carnie seems to be on the verge of saying sir.... ]
don't call me out like this
[ keith laughs as he ducks out from underneath shiro's mullet ruffling hand and gives his head a shake to make his bangs fall back into place. there's a joke he could make also about them both being corny, but that joke is too corny to make. he straightens up, grinning and follows shiro's line of sight to the little rocket prize.
looking from the toy back to shiro, keith thrusts the red hippo into shiro's hands and starts heading over towards the game with an unspoken say no more type of swagger. the fact that this thing involves knives does a lot to boost his confidence as well, even if the nature of this fucking circus makes it likely that not all is as it seems.
completely unperturbed, he plonks down three tickets onto the counter and listens as the carnie explains the game. throw the knife, no leaning over the counter, pop a balloon, profit. keith is only kinda-sorta listening, his focus more drawn to the throwing knife he's been handed over. he tests the blade with his finger, frowning when the thing turns out to be about as sharp as a butter knife. ]
Guess my work's all cut out for me.
[ muttered to himself, then looking conspiratorially over at shiro: ]
Should just use my knife.
[ but with that said, keith sighs, tossing the knife from one hand to another to test the weight and fall of it, and sizes up the distance between the counter and the balloons. is he taking this far too fucking seriously? probably. even the carnie seems to be on the verge of saying sir.... ]