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(mingle) It must be party time

Who: Ren Amamiya, Wanda Maximoff, you!
When: 12th of September
Where: Good Harbor Beach
Summary: Here's the barbecue log! Eating, playing games, having a bonfire and sleep-over on the beach!
Warnings: Alcohol? Ghost stories?

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Congratulations, you've made it to the Good Harbor Beach September barbecue! With the weather cooling, but still pleasant enough, it's a pleasure to have a hangout involving ADI's residents and those who live at Bonnie's. There are still so many people who don't know one another, and many to strengthen bonds with, so the hours your dearest Wanda and Ren spend cooking and flipping and seasoning are nothing but rewarding! Seeing people enjoying themselves is great and it's motivating for them to keep doing these encounters every now and then.

On the menu, we have:
- Burgers;
- Steaks with jacked potato sides;
- Ribs;
- Zucchini-and-Pecorino fritters;
- Several different salads, including ovcharska;
- Aubergine kebabs with charred onion salsa;
- Salmon yakitori;
- Takoyaki;
- Cupcakes
- Apples and honey;
- Cherry dumplings;
- Sarmale filled with rice;
- Bundevara (pumpkin pie);

For drinks, there's a selection of alcohol, as well as coffee, water, tea, and a variety of sodas. Take in the nice view, jump on the ocean, sink your toes in the sand and enjoy yourselves. There aren't any usable tables, but there are several blankets on the floor for your perusal.

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With bellies full, now it's when the real fun begins. There are a few decks of cards being passed around, as well as one of their single tables now organized to a beer-pong competition. Individually, games such as Never Have I Ever, as well as Truth or Dare can be seen, and those who wish to use their skills for entertaining are more than welcome to do so.

A little bonding here, a little drunken chatting there, this is your time to shine!

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With those who have a curfew to worry about in mind, a bonfire is lit, and a few tents are set around the beach (may have to be shared). If anyone's got a nice story, now it's the time to share it, or perhaps if anyone can play an instrument, it's about time to break it out of its case. The night will be lively until the early hours of the morning, and of course, mindful of those who couldn't stay up this late.

The next morning, everyone will be properly thanked for their attendance and tupperwares will be distributed with leftovers for those who'd like to take some food home, the beach will be cleaned impeccably and everyone will go their own way, hopefully with smiles and a new sense of unity and connection from the amazing night they've just experienced.

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[ keith shuffles a half step closer, twisting his face just enough to rest his cheek against one broad shoulder, face turned towards shiro's collar. it's comfortable like this when he's mostly leaned up against shiro, and the two of them are circling the sand together. briefly, he wonders if this is what the garrison formals were actually like, rather than that horrible cacophony of crappy music and chitchat that he'd depicted it as in his head. he'd never regretted skipping out on all of those while he was there. still doesn't really, but it's.... different somehow looking at formals and dances being part of a closed chapter in his life. ]

Mm.... [ lost in thought and a little lost in the tune playing in his head, keith hums a few bars of the chorus as they sway. give it a shot, shiro says. ...heh. sounds like an actual recipe for disaster, but maybe it's something that'll leave his system if he does? ]

I don't know what I'd say though. And what if I have to flirt? I don't know how to do that either.

Edited (Weh) 2021-09-20 02:46 (UTC)

[ he’s sweet like this. it’s a thought that comes to him suddenly and stubbornly stays despite how much he tries to dislodge it. keith’s drunk and vulnerable, and perhaps shiro’s had it wrong this whole time: maybe he shouldn’t have prompted keith to talk to him about his shy, hidden insecurities. shiro’s in it now though and he doesn’t know how to sever his curiosity enough to backstep out of this conversation. he can’t. he won’t. and that’s a blackmark against his character. still, he has enough courtesy and self-reproach to keep himself from asking the most obvious question: who.

in quick succession, he runs through who he knows keith’s interacted with. jake? can’t be. keith calls shiro an old-timer but jake is one. isn’t he forty or so? old enough to be keith’s dad, technically. what about that tim drake fellow? hell no. the james griffin debacle is enough to sour keith to him forever. who else, who else… shiro happened to see ren -- is that his name? -- sitting with keith earlier. maybe?

not that it matters. even with him holding bff title, it isn’t shiro’s business to know. he’s simply… curious. ]

You’re asking the wrong guy. [ soft laughter. ] I’m no casanova either.

[ good at motivating others, delegating and shooting idle chit-chat, sure, but when it comes to romance and flirting… -- shiro is of the mind that adam and him only happened due to adam’s persistence to overlook shiro’s extreme lack of suave. still spinning them slow, he gets a glimpse of the group over there by the fire, frowning faintly until his steps turn him enough to discourage his looking. he sighs then. ]

Just… you’re a catch, punk. [ he is smiling at least, which comes out in the lightness of his voice. he angles his head and plops his chin down on top of keith’s there nestled against him. briefly. just long enough for a playful knocking and then he lifts off. ] Walk straight up to this guy and ask him to get a drink with you. [ coffee shop drinks or a smoothie bar; shiro is still not condoning the alcohol overconsumption… despite current appearances. ] If you like him, he must be sane and any guy with two brain cells would say yes to you.

[ it's dizzying. whether that's some combination of going round and round in circles or the booze or something else entirely, keith couldn't say but the light, floaty feeling bubbles out of him in a giddy laugh. keith's heard plenty said about him -- disciplinary case, delinquent, waste of time, and trying to reconcile that and apparently being some kind of catch is a little like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

mentally mashing the pieces together, keith missteps and ends up accidentally stepping on shiro's foot again. somehow, that only strikes a funny bone harder and keith stops swayign in favor of laughing and catching his breath. by the time the giggling subsidies a little, keith's cheeks are flushed pink and his smile soft as he gives shiro's hand a squeeze. ]

You mean that literally? [ grinning, he lets go of shiro's hand, pulling back with a teasing lilt. ] Cuz I can run pretty fast.

[ and that's all the warning shiro gets as keith turns on his heel and starts running further down the beach. uncoordinated and stumbling, but running and laughing like this is the funniest joke in the world. ]

[ that’s not -- hey! first keith steps on his foot again, then he ditches shiro in the middle of their makeshift dancefloor? rude. keith gets a marginal headstart both from the element of surprise and shiro still kicking off the pulsing of smooshed toes, but within the next three seconds, shiro gives chase. briefly, he thinks of their adi colleagues but the saving grace here is that even an intoxicated keith knows better than to run through the camp. he’s beelining away and that is good, very good.

it’s partly why he doesn’t grab keith right out of the gate. keith has legs for days and the kind of speed expected from long, lean, and athletic… when he’s sober. shiro really shouldn’t find any amusement out of keith’s stumbling about. he knows he shouldn’t. and yet, he indulges in jogging behind keith for awhile, watching his best friend trip over his own feet and just barely recover, his giggling only growing.

but time runs long and they’re far off from the bonfire, so inevitably, shiro picks up his pace and within seconds, he snatches keith around the waist. arms wound tight around, shiro hugs him in on the abrupt halt of motion and then he throws his weight back, picking up keith as he goes. he spins them: keith’s back to his chest, keith clutched in his arms and shiro pivoting a three-sixty on one foot, it’s a bit sloppy in the sand, but he gets through the motion without incident, ending with him plopping keith’s feet almost exactly in the foot dunes he left behind.

shiro’s laughing now -- has been -- and grinning wide. ]

Caught you. [ easily, in fact. and he’s going to keep catching him, because shiro doesn’t let go. he stalls and relaxes into the hold, straightening up enough to plop his chin on top of keith’s head. ]

[ running feels an awful lot like being strapped into a tilt-a-whirl with the way keith lurches from one foot to the other, zig-zagging further down the coastline. he knows he's not runnign properly, but it's enough to get the wind blowing in his face and hair, and it kind of feels like glorious freedom.

laughter keeps bubbling out of him, even as he almost takes a tumble onto the sand. he shouldn't feel good right about now, but he does -- amazingly, impossibly good as suddenly there's a strong arm hooked around his waist and then his feet are off the ground. keith lets out a whoop of delight as shiro spins him around. keith pedals his feet in the air, laughing throughout the sweep and plant back on the ground. immediately, he raises his arms high above his head, locking them around shiro's neck. another beat to catch his breath and then: ]

Is this what having a boyfriend is like? Cuz I think I could float right about now.

[he tips his head back slightly, bumping the tip of his nose to shiro's jaw. ]

[ who is grabbing who now? seems shiro has acquired a limpet. or maybe a koala. yeah, okay, definitely a koala. those arms are wrapped with surprising firmness, not that shiro is even thinking about pulling free. not yet. but then there’s a comment about boyfriend. is this what it feels like…? it’s a cold dousing of reality and his grin slips, the bump of keith’s nose along his jaw having him suck in a shallow breath.

yes and no; shiro doesn’t know. yes dating someone should usher in the kind of happiness keith is brimming with right now. but no, it should feel different than their friendship. better? more. they’re best friends and immensely close, however, nothing they do together should be likened to boyfriend. they’re not… they don’t…

he nips that thought in the bud and promptly shuts down on it, unwilling to let it flourish. the last thing he needs right now is to get so caught up in his head that he starts thinking about the disaster of dogtown just short of two weeks ago. here, he doesn’t overanalyze. he stubbornly stays the course of carefree and forces himself back into his earlier levity, although he doesn’t quite recapture it in its entirety as he pivots the focus. ]

I think most of that’s from the alcohol.

[ that joyful, floaty feeling? yeah, not because shiro still has his arms wrapped around keith to tuck him into his chest. huffing at his own ridiculousness, shiro goes about loosening his hold, although he doesn’t force himself out of keith’s looped arms, which leaves him to rest his palms on keith’s hips. a beat and then he can’t help a soft, wistful: ]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy. [ or at least, not in a very, very long time. it’s nice. really nice. he just wishes it was authentic and not a result of overconsumption. ]

Huh?

[ keith pauses to consider that, his own grip loosening but still holding around shiro's neck. happiness is a difficult, weird and fleeting feeling -- one that keith tries not to get attached to if only because it tends to make life harder because it always gets violently ripped out of his life.

still, he'd never thought he looked particularly unhappy either. apathetic, maybe. angry, definitely. but not.... like he hasn't enjoyed life per se? the thought sincerely throws him, trying to think back to his last untarnished happy memory.

but frankly, it's hard to think and he doesn't like the heavy nature of this kind of introspection. ]

I was happy. With you. Back in the day.

[ back in the day, like back in their universe when they only had the galra to worry about, rather than unpredictable spooks? or back in the day as in before voltron, before the galra, before kerberos and before the destruction of their once, relatively carefree lives? shiro has the sinking suspicion that it’s the latter. again, the guilt wells up and he regrets not talking to keith about what happened in his absence or even checking up on him more regularly in the castle of lions. leading voltron has taken up so much of his attention, which it should, but neglecting keith, even for the betterment of the universe seems strangely wrong.

pretty ridiculous of him to forgo every opportunity to talk to keith about what matters and then decide to dump it on him now. first it was at mcdonalds, now it’s when keith is drunk -- what is wrong with shiro’s timing? a lot, because this is not the time and already, shiro misses keith’s laughing. ]

I was too. [ a beat. ] And still am, with you. [ he’s trying to reel back the carelessness of before. desperate for it, he keeps talking, part hoping that some chain of words will trigger keith’s delight again. ]

I was happy dancing with you. And chasing you. We could do either of those again. [ he drums his fingers along keith’s hips and then pauses to rest them again, lifting himself a bit to test the grip of keith’s arms around his neck. ] Or you could try to catch me.

[ now that keith's distracted and somewhat lost in his own thoughts, shiro will find that he's easily able to break out of the grip around his neck. keith doesn't even attempt to hold him there, instead letting his arms slowly drop down to his sides.

dancing, chasing -- those had definitely been fun, but there's something else on keith's mind now. something that makes him turn in shiro's grip to face his best friend and look up in earnest. ]

Is it gonna go back to the way it was?

[ more than anything else he's said tonight, it's this that leaves keith feeling exposed and small. ridiculous even. he already knows what the answer to that question is, in the end. life goes on, but it goes on differently. painfully. ]

[ oh keith… -- shiro’s expression says it all. it collapses. one breath to the next, the furrow forms and his brows lower, gaze growing soft and sympathetic, while his lips part on a rush of breath not quite a sigh. the following silence is just as telling. the inopportune heart to heart over happy meals came with its own revelations, mostly in that they might not even survive the war, but while neither of them said it then, they both know there’s no going back even if they win back the universe.

it’s a horrifying thought. and while shiro would argue his next move is purely for keith’s own comfort, shiro largely benefits from it as well. he slips his arms around and tugs keith into his chest. no, into his body, because shiro holds him tight with his arms and then folds into him, shoulders rounding forward, head dipped down and cheek pressed to the side of keith’s head. he encompasses him in that moment and shiro refuses to let go.

so much changes. so much is lost. but. ]

There’s one thing that’s endured. [ a beat, then a softer: ] Us. [ together and apart, their bond has withstood the trials and that’s encouraging. it’s something shiro has continuously drawn strength from, especially lately, now that it’s just the two of them in an unfamiliar time, amongst an array of strangers. he shifts his cheek against keith’s head, seemingly nuzzling for a moment before he breaks the connection by lifting his head. ]

Even if everything else changes, you’ve still got me in your corner, calling you my best friend. [ he’s taken to rubbing his hands along keith’s back, hoping to sooth away some of his distress. ] I know it doesn’t amount to much but it counts for something, right?

[ whatever it is that keith had anticipated, it really wasn't getting whole body smooshed into shiro's chest. accordingly, he manages an eloquent: ]

Mmpff - [ sort of noise, wriggling a beat to unsquish his nose and then relaxes into the security of that tight grip around his body. when he closes his eyes, he inhales deep and wraps his arms tight around shiro's waist. perhaps a little disappointingly, the scent of smoke from the bonfire has clung to shiro's shirt.

is it weird to be disappointed by your best friend's smell? keith holds the thought for a moment, then buries his face. ]

Even though we were touching and drawing? [ the words come out faint, like at any moment it might buckle into fragile laughter. ] I've never done anything like that.

[ shiro’s been avoiding all thoughts of their last stint in dogtown. every time it filters into his thoughts, he’s quick to distract himself with something else. between the two of them, there’s been an unspoken agreement not to talk about it either, other than, of course, the one conversation they spared back at their apartment. conversation is a generous description. a handful of minutes and the discussion was settled. strange magic and inexplicable phenomenon in dogtown; done deal, that’s all there is to it, time to move on.

and shiro’s been trying. fuck, he’s been trying. but sometimes, when exhaustion gets the best of him, his thoughts drift and he finds himself staring up at the ceiling above his bed, revisiting the clear memory of keith, pale and smooth and long lines, tipping forward to press his hands to the dirt and hitch up on his knees to show off his…

shiro breathes out, heavy and worn, and overcompensates to redirect his thoughts. as a result, he slips up on his response, giving it without thinking. ]

No kidding. [ he misses keith’s point. he thinks, yeah, shiro’s never stripped down in public and started drawing on another dude either. not exactly common practice. the ill-timed humor sours in the next moment however and he quickly backtracks. ]

Er -- sorry. I just meant… [ he retightens his grip on keith, hands once again stationary and curled in close to each other to keep keith tucked against him. gentles his voice here. ] Of course we’re fine. We talked about this. That wasn’t your doing.

[ keith keeps his eyes closed and his cheek smooshed tight against shiro's chest. maybe it's silly, but at least when his eyes are closed, he feels a little freer, like at any moment the breeze from the sea might be able to lift him up into the sky. it's both pleasant and terrifying, which may be why his arms paradoxically wrap around shiro just a little tighter. ]

But you saw me. and I saw you.

[ it's mumbled, partly muffled by shirt. whether it's a good idea to mention this or not is beyond keith at this point, but he's rambling -- almost more to himself than anything. ]

And nobody has ever seen me. Not like that. All up close and personal.

Edited (because that subject line needed to be contested. ) 2021-09-27 05:13 (UTC)

[ and boy, did he see a lot of keith. it’s not the first time he’s caught glimpses of keith dressed down. with years at the garrison and more specifically, the garrison gym showers after a particularly intense sparring session, shiro hasn’t always kept his gaze up and averted. but keith’s right, it’s never been up close and personal like it was… when…

his thought process abruptly stalls out and his voice tumbles out on a: ]

Hold on.

[ not only shiro. nobody. he jerks his chin down to get a look at keith’s face, as though it will answer the unasked question but there’s nothing to glean. keith’s all closed eyes and closed off with his face half buried. sure, keith was just talking about never dating and never having a boyfriend, but that doesn’t automatically mean he hasn’t fooled around. guess it does.

surprise dulls shiro’s usual tact and he trips up on the dawning realization to ask in a point-blank: ]

Are you saying you’ve never been with a guy?

[ keith peeks up, one eye open and visible through the mess of his bangs. there's a curious lilt to his voice, bordering on incredulous as he replies: ]

I'm with a guy right now, you know.

[ it's a weird question to be asked, and keith gives it another moemnt of thought before pressing on with: ]

Did you have a lot of stuff to drink too?

[ … okay. that’s what he gets for striking up a conversation with a drunk boy. ]

Huh? No, I meant -- [ on second thought, does he really want to invade keith’s privacy and specify for a direct answer? no. yes. he’s never given it much thought before. it wasn’t important before. it still isn’t, not really, but with keith saying things like he’s never been vulnerable like that with anyone except shiro…

of course curiosity is going to get the best of him. or try to. he almost gives into temptation to ask but -- ]

Actually. Nevermind. [ he sighs, looking away from that peeking gaze. ] Sober you wouldn't want me asking about this.

[ look at him being a good bean. ]

Okay. I won't mind then.

[ still confused but easily redirected, keith closes his eyes and goes back to pressing his cheek comfortably against shiro's chest. once nestled in, he sighs contentedly. ]

But you looked nice. Made me think maybe I'm missing out on all that stuff. [ a brief lil nuzzle and then: ] But I dunno. Maybe boyfriends are overrated. You'd know though. You had Adam and all that.

Are tehy?

[ to recap: keith thought he looked nice while naked and said nakedness had him rethinking his previous disinterest in relationships. what on earth is he supposed to do with that information? the nuzzling damns him further and in the handful of seconds that keith stops talking, it’s as distressing as it is… welcoming? fuck, he doesn’t know.

it feels nice, it sounds nice, and it drags all those buried memories to the forefront of his mind, to have him being the one thinking you looked nice and considering that maybe he’s neglected parts of his humanity too. there’s been far too much going on for him to even allow himself the prospect of love and relationships or even scratching the itch of a couple of well spent hours. ever since adam and kerberos and the war…

adam.

it’s not just his mind spinning the name back at him, it’s said in keith’s voice too. he’s drunk, he tells himself, just to smooth over the fact that keith is throwing a broken engagement in his face to prove a point. he knows keith can’t comprehend how it comes across but it still stings.

just like that, shiro’s budding willingness to think of himself as more than a paladin or an agent with the sole purpose of preventing calamity, collapses. adam will always be a sore subject, especially with the one, two punch to his psyche done at the circus a few weeks ago. but it’s more than that here. shiro thinking, even for a few moments, that he could be with someone again? tch. he couldn’t keep a relationship together when he was whole, why should he think he'd be enough for someone now?

he grimaces, swallowing. ]

I think… [ he’s not angry. he’s not even necessarily sad. he’s simply tired and with slow movements, he unwraps his arms and takes keith by the shoulders, gently pushing back. ] It’s time we call it a night. Let’s head back.

Oh.

[ as shiro dislodges keith from his spot, he stiffens up but doesn't put up any real resistance to being pushed away. it's one word, but his expression and tone fall with it, as keith turns his face towards the sea. suddenly, he wishes the guys playing volleyball earlier were still around to watch. ]

... you go back without me.I'll walk back with someone else later.

[ someone else. who? as in keith’s mystery man? shiro tries and fails to keep his expression neutral; he winds up frowning despite his best efforts and then exhaling heavily through his nose. it’s not that though. keith can crush on whoever he wants, it’s fine. the real issue is that shiro doesn’t trust leaving keith alone to wander off and to bumble through sentences, spilling personal information to anyone who will listen.

telling keith that shiro wants to keep an eye on him sounds a lot like babysitting though. probably not the best way to approach coaxing a compromised boy into an agreement. so shiro takes an extra moment longer to gather his words, eventually settling on a hopeful look and an encouraging: ]

C’mon, we stick together, remember?

[ he gives keith’s right shoulder a squeeze and then a gentle shake, both hands falling away afterwards. ]

I need your help anyway. [ perhaps nudging keith into action will work better with a challenge? ] We need to snatch one of those tents before they’re all taken.

[ [ the shake makes the world spin and takes out keith's train of thought with it. he hadn't wanted to go back to their adi apartment for a plethora of reasons -- the biggest one being the fact that he still hasn't managed to shake off the feeling of being watched in his room. the mention of stayingin the tents actually gets keith to perk up visibly. ]

Find a tent? Okay, you got it. That's way better than going back to my creepy room.

[ questionable phrasing aside, keith ducks out from under shiro's grip and takes off running, arms outstretched like a jetplane as he clumsily runs back towards the campsite to zero in on one of the tents.

or more accurately, he kinda trips and bumps into the side of a red tent. mercifully the thing is unoccupied. ]

[ ha! worked like a charm! -- mostly. sure, it gets keith moving, but in contrast, has shiro hesitating. it’s all on account of three words: my creepy room. keith keeps giving away these little nuggets of insight left and right, and shiro simply isn’t equipped to understand them. shiro’s seen his room. the apartment came with three identical bedrooms, with the same furniture and same amenities, only in different configurations. the only difference shiro can attach to keith’s room from his own is keith has a closet of questionable attire, a hippo plush and two corkboards.

nothing too unusual. keith did the same while tracking the blue lion; organizing his thoughts in such a way isn’t creepy, per say. eccentric, yes, but not creepy. so what does keith mean?

it’ll have to wait for now, because keith’s got a hefty head start on him. putting a pin in it with the promise to ask about it later, shiro takes off running after keith. it doesn’t take long to catch up, not when keith is still clumsy in his steps and distracted with being an airplane. he doesn’t want to admit it’s kind of cute, so he’ll pretend it isn’t. doesn’t stop him from laughing when keith crashes into a tent. ]

Careful! [ voice amused and still caught up in a laugh, he closes in and claps his arm around keith’s shoulders, helping haul him upright and steady him. ] I thought you could fly anything. A Keith craft should be a cinch.

[ he smiles and leads keith around to the front of the tent, letting go to bend down and peek inside the already unzipped opening. No people and no personal items, good. ] But you picked well, so you get a pass. Guess we’ll claim this.

[ keith grumbles as he's helped back up onto his feet. ]

I was only a tiny bit wobbly with the Keith craft.

[ a tiny bit wobbly might be a bit of a generous statement, but keith still says it with a distinct pout. nonetheless, he follows shiro around to the front of the tent and hunkers down to crawl inside where there appears to be exactly one sleeping bag. keith pokes at it like doing so might make i bud into two, then looks over his shoulder. ]

Are we sleeping together?

[ … yeah. it looks like someone may have raided this tent for extra supplies, because the tent is obviously built for two, however, there’s only one sleeping bag and one pillow. honestly, shiro isn’t fond of the idea of squeezing into a sleeping bag with someone else. it has nothing to do with keith. or perhaps, it’s the exact opposite: it has everything to do with keith, because keith’s safety is, as always, at the forefront of shiro’s mind. shiro hardly sleeps these days and when he does manage to catch a few hours? recurring nightmares run the risk of him startling awake with a shout or worse, with a violent jerk.

stupid. he seems to be calling himself this a lot lately. he should have pushed for them to return to the apartment and settled keith in his own room, even if it is supposedly creepy.

whatever -- shiro isn’t all that tired anyway. he likely won’t sleep. he needs to make sure keith doesn’t wander off in his inebriated state and close quarters give the perfect excuse to do so. encouraged by this one positive, shiro crawls in too, soon turning to work on zipping the entrance flap closed. ]

We can unzip it and use it as one big blanket instead. [ is that a yes? a no? shiro doesn’t directly address it, instead skirting around. ]

There should be enough room for both of us to sleep comfortably.

[ keith looks from the sleeping bag to shiro, then right back to the sleeping bag. is he tired? no, not really. but the sleeping bag looks comfortable enough and lying down doesn't seem like the worst idea.

as shiro works on zipping the tent closed, keith fumbles somewhat awkwardly to get the sleeping bag unzipped. it doesn't go all that smoothly, but after a few yankings he manages to get it at least halfway opened up. for better or for worse, he has a follow up question though: ]

But what about the pillow? [ there's only one of those and it doesn't look like poking things is getting anything to duplicate today. ]

Do I use you as a pillow? Or do you use me as a pillow?

so mean!!

ah. the blocking was unsuccessful.

im offended an attempt was made

the universe just wont let me quit you

the universe is doing you a favor

IS IT? i can't help but notice that i close my eyes 20x more a day than i used to.

listen that's fine. this thread is not.

this thread is an embarrassment to our rp careers.

aren't they alll

WOW. some of them are decent???

okok this is true, you are correct

i often am.

#doubt

you just couldn't let me have that one win.

it wasn't past midnight

i'm staying up until midnight tonight just to force you into being nice to me.

wow who says i'll be awake at your midnight, huh

look. i'll keep you awake and entertained w stories of hover eggplants.

I'm leaving.

i'll allow it, just so you can rest your head. also, i decided they're beach camping afterall

i'm distressed by this brainhack attempt

shiro is learning. he knows what keith likes.

funny i thought this thread was pointing out that shiro does not, in fact, know what keith likes

Hey now. Shiro also knows keith likes his twinks.

i can't believe this is the takeaway message here...