[ the passage of time has been strange for keith these last couple of years. between the space-time dilatations in the quantum abyss and spending the last few months in porn prison, he's honestly lost track of the time of year on earth. he could have pointed that out to shiro when his boyfriend (?!!!) declared they should celebrate his birthday, but honestly? the idea of just having something small to celebrate between the two of them is just... nice. there hasn't been much reason to find cheer either here or back in their own realities, and a single look at the playful waggle of shiro's eyebrows had been sufficient cause to shut up and embrace the mood.

besides. if they're meant to fulfill their pact tonight, maybe relaxing with a bit of fun beforehand isn't exactly the worst idea.

by all accounts going on a date with shiro at an amusement park is completely surreal, the reality of it increasingly made funnier and more jarring by the empty, haunted atmosphere. part of him keeps wanting to giggle at the absurdity, the other part of him a little too wary to laugh too loudly because porn prison has a habit of turning chaotic and horrifying in the blink of an eye.

hard not to grin though, when shiro says he's going to win keith a prize. he squeezes shiro's hand, then steps to the side to watch each disastrous throw. ]

Heh. Even if you had gone to those parties, wouldn't you have spent the whole time sulking about not being in the flight sim?

[ nudging shiro's side with his elbow, keith reaches for a ball of his own. ]

Besides. Aren't these crazy rigged? Bet this place has some stupid rule like they'll only go into the right cup if you do something dirty with the ball.