[ oh. that’s why he immediately zeroed in on this plush. it matches keith’s drawing of team voltron’s recruitment tour manager. shiro does better this time; he doesn’t go deadeyed with exasperation. the first time he heard, though? that voltron toured around, putting on scripted shows? he must’ve massaged his suddenly headache plagued temples for ten minutes straight. keith’s drawing had been cute, though, in that disastrously simple, but he’s trying, sort of way. a noodle with a smiley face… – it’s not entirely accurate to this plush that has two stumps for feet and a bulbous head, but it’s certainly close, especially the happy face. ]

That’s a good thing, right?

[ holding the plush between both his hands, shiro stares at the sparkling eyes for a beat longer and then turns to keith. ]

A little something from, uh… home?

[ sort of? is it comforting to have a plush of a practical stranger from your home universe? shiro’s leaning toward, no, no it’s not, but before he can delve into that further, a practical stranger from this universe is butting in again.

why does it sound like that?

oh. god. and what is that? is it actually named jonorrhea. as in gonorrhea? ]

Here. [ still squinting at jonorrhea, shiro holds the plush out toward keith, gently, yet insistently pushing it into keith’s arms. ] Let’s go before that thing starts walking.

[ and then he’s ushering keith away by pressing his hand firmly to his back. one step, two step, and now they’re picking up speed on the stride because what the fuck? ]