[ .... okay, so perhaps the flub with the waffle business isn't as disastrous as keith thinks it is. there's a jarring pause in which shiro looks caught off guard, but soon enough his boyfriend has leaned right back in and has a new name of his own.
strawberry. the title seemingly rings in keith's ears and with the way his face continues to warm, he's pretty sure he might look like a strawberry, too. how embarrassing. waffe and strawberry. strawberry and waffle..... fuck. there's no getting around the fact that the more keith mulls this over, the more his brain brain goes into an infinite loop of processing errors. he manages a tiny, again, embarrassing mewl of a half-answer, that cuts off right around when that thing starts to speak.
keith startles visibly, eyes locked in on the possibility of a threat as shiro puts him down on the ground. is summoning his bayard completely overkill? probably. at the very least, conventional wisdom suggests a date shouldn't include things like stabbing animatronic robots, right? right. he continues to watch the creepy thing while shiro deals with the demand it's making.
and that's when he spots a sticker on its chest. the sticker is peeling at the corners and yellowed with age, but the name remains distressingly legible. keith stares, only slightly taken out of the staring by the question being asked of him. frankly, he only gives the smiling face a passing glance before nodding and ste taking a large step away from jonorrhea and its many, many balls. ]
Uh-huh. It uh... kinda looks like a Bii-Boh-Bi.
[ it looks nothing like a bii-boh-bi. particularly around the base and head, but that's something to mull over later. ]
.... oh.
strawberry. the title seemingly rings in keith's ears and with the way his face continues to warm, he's pretty sure he might look like a strawberry, too. how embarrassing. waffe and strawberry. strawberry and waffle..... fuck. there's no getting around the fact that the more keith mulls this over, the more his brain brain goes into an infinite loop of processing errors. he manages a tiny, again, embarrassing mewl of a half-answer, that cuts off right around when that thing starts to speak.
keith startles visibly, eyes locked in on the possibility of a threat as shiro puts him down on the ground. is summoning his bayard completely overkill? probably. at the very least, conventional wisdom suggests a date shouldn't include things like stabbing animatronic robots, right? right. he continues to watch the creepy thing while shiro deals with the demand it's making.
and that's when he spots a sticker on its chest. the sticker is peeling at the corners and yellowed with age, but the name remains distressingly legible. keith stares, only slightly taken out of the staring by the question being asked of him. frankly, he only gives the smiling face a passing glance before nodding and ste taking a large step away from jonorrhea and its many, many balls. ]
Uh-huh. It uh... kinda looks like a Bii-Boh-Bi.
[ it looks nothing like a bii-boh-bi. particularly around the base and head, but that's something to mull over later. ]