[ shiro has two pairs of eyes watching him for vastly different reasons. keith is admittedly surprised by the break into laughter, his glum expression cracking to give way to tepid curiosity. the wolf on the other hand? the pupper's eyes narrow as shiro eats his initial forkful of noodle, letting out a chiding whuffling noise as if to say hey, that's not for you.
that bit of minor antagonism gets entirely misunderstood by keith who simply assumes the wolf would like more ear skreitching. keith is happy to oblige, of course, though his uptick in mood slowly wanes as shiro begins to ramble. ... not that it's a bad thing exactly, just that keith is equally split on whether he's supposed to feel better or worse about having his anxieties validated.
better, maybe? if only because it makes him feel slightly less crazy, but then wh the hell finds reassurance in being personally haunted by a vengeful ghost and how exactly does one fight them off? one doesn't exactly need to be a ghost aficionado to suspect the usual knives and stabby things don't work on intangibles. so what's he meantt to find? a priest? holy water?
yeah. okay. feeling foolish, keith directs a huff of air up to ruffle his bangs, but before he can say anything there's a forkful of noodles being held up to his mouth. ]
Huh?
[ forgive him. the implication is obvious. open up. keith registers that a fraction late, flushing slightly as he blinks from the noodles to shiro. ]
You're... gonna feed me?
[ the flush spreads further up to his ears. he's reall yon some kind of roll with regards to pointing out the fucking obvious, huh? but still. he looks back at the fork, only to shift his gaze back to shiro. ]
I... [ it's a simple solution and a very simple gesture, but it has the unfortunate side effect of making keith realize tat he's never actually had aanyone offer to feed him this way. .... or at least, the last time he had something fed to him, it was very much not a forkful of noodles. heart racing inexplicably, keith quickly banishes the thought of anon'hard cock with a shy, mumbled: ]
Okay.
[ before leaning forward to accept his mouthful. holding eye contact with shiro during this proves to be a little too embarrassing though, and quickly keith shifts his gaze back down to shiro's .. mouth? no -- his shoulder. yes. very safe.
the noodles are warm -- probably a little too warm like they may be affected by whatever stupid porn prison magic is happening, but they're good and keith's stomach rumbles in approval. the wolf, too, finally stops glaring and resumes his happy nuzzling. unsure of what the hell the feeding protocol is, on whether he should be letting shiro pull the fork out of his mouth or what, keith nervously takes a bite and tries not to think too hard about sucking tihings as he slrups the noodles off the tines. face burning for reasons he's desperately hoping shiro won't ask about, keith murmurs: ]
no subject
that bit of minor antagonism gets entirely misunderstood by keith who simply assumes the wolf would like more ear skreitching. keith is happy to oblige, of course, though his uptick in mood slowly wanes as shiro begins to ramble. ... not that it's a bad thing exactly, just that keith is equally split on whether he's supposed to feel better or worse about having his anxieties validated.
better, maybe? if only because it makes him feel slightly less crazy, but then wh the hell finds reassurance in being personally haunted by a vengeful ghost and how exactly does one fight them off? one doesn't exactly need to be a ghost aficionado to suspect the usual knives and stabby things don't work on intangibles. so what's he meantt to find? a priest? holy water?
yeah. okay. feeling foolish, keith directs a huff of air up to ruffle his bangs, but before he can say anything there's a forkful of noodles being held up to his mouth. ]
Huh?
[ forgive him. the implication is obvious. open up. keith registers that a fraction late, flushing slightly as he blinks from the noodles to shiro. ]
You're... gonna feed me?
[ the flush spreads further up to his ears. he's reall yon some kind of roll with regards to pointing out the fucking obvious, huh? but still. he looks back at the fork, only to shift his gaze back to shiro. ]
I... [ it's a simple solution and a very simple gesture, but it has the unfortunate side effect of making keith realize tat he's never actually had aanyone offer to feed him this way. .... or at least, the last time he had something fed to him, it was very much not a forkful of noodles. heart racing inexplicably, keith quickly banishes the thought of anon'hard cock with a shy, mumbled: ]
Okay.
[ before leaning forward to accept his mouthful. holding eye contact with shiro during this proves to be a little too embarrassing though, and quickly keith shifts his gaze back down to shiro's .. mouth? no -- his shoulder. yes. very safe.
the noodles are warm -- probably a little too warm like they may be affected by whatever stupid porn prison magic is happening, but they're good and keith's stomach rumbles in approval. the wolf, too, finally stops glaring and resumes his happy nuzzling. unsure of what the hell the feeding protocol is, on whether he should be letting shiro pull the fork out of his mouth or what, keith nervously takes a bite and tries not to think too hard about sucking tihings as he slrups the noodles off the tines. face burning for reasons he's desperately hoping shiro won't ask about, keith murmurs: ]
'Fankyoo.