[ so he has to pay off his sort of, not quite boyfriend to indulge his old-timer fondness for crossword puzzles. what is the world coming to? shiro grins to himself, chin tucked in close and face angled to the cup. swirling the contents, he chuckles through one full twist of the fork but ultimately, doesn’t gather any noodles. instead, he places the cup on the ground. ]
Oh?
[ it’s easy enough to guess, but even easier – and more tempting – to pretend he hasn’t a clue. one, two, he taps his fingers to the rim of the cup and then brings his hands toward his body, resting one on his knee, while the other covers keith’s at his thigh. ]
Let’s see… – cars? [ he knows how fond keith is of cars; fond enough to steal one from shiro once upon a time. the memory pulls a laugh out of him, as well as a fond smile. ] Dogs? [ the space wolf perks at that, both ears flicking and head lifting from the comfortable lounging he’d be doing, cuddled up close to keith’s side. ] Nah, you’ve already got one.
[ the comment is met with a snouty huff. dog. right. the correct terminology is space wolf. does shiro backtrack though? nah. he’s already moving onto – ]
Lips? [ his own spread, gaze drooping to pointedly stare at keith’s. ] Kiss?
[ bingo, right? maybe. probably. but shiro doesn’t let it stand. he squeezes keith’s hand to stave off a response and then he’s sitting up straighter, flexing the line of his shoulders. ]
Oh wait, I know it. Pecs. [ that not so subtle flex? widens the set of his shoulders and broadens the width of his chest, making his pectorals stand out. a little cocky, a little playful, and a lot delighted to peacock for his not boyfriend. ] Is my set a nice enough reward?
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Oh?
[ it’s easy enough to guess, but even easier – and more tempting – to pretend he hasn’t a clue. one, two, he taps his fingers to the rim of the cup and then brings his hands toward his body, resting one on his knee, while the other covers keith’s at his thigh. ]
Let’s see… – cars? [ he knows how fond keith is of cars; fond enough to steal one from shiro once upon a time. the memory pulls a laugh out of him, as well as a fond smile. ] Dogs? [ the space wolf perks at that, both ears flicking and head lifting from the comfortable lounging he’d be doing, cuddled up close to keith’s side. ] Nah, you’ve already got one.
[ the comment is met with a snouty huff. dog. right. the correct terminology is space wolf. does shiro backtrack though? nah. he’s already moving onto – ]
Lips? [ his own spread, gaze drooping to pointedly stare at keith’s. ] Kiss?
[ bingo, right? maybe. probably. but shiro doesn’t let it stand. he squeezes keith’s hand to stave off a response and then he’s sitting up straighter, flexing the line of his shoulders. ]
Oh wait, I know it. Pecs. [ that not so subtle flex? widens the set of his shoulders and broadens the width of his chest, making his pectorals stand out. a little cocky, a little playful, and a lot delighted to peacock for his not boyfriend. ] Is my set a nice enough reward?