[ having the plush more or less pushed into his arms, if nothing else, puts a stopper in the increasing temptation to summon his bayard and cleave this creepy robot in half. aside from the aforementioned questionable date etiquette though, there are other reasons to suspect this might end badly. for all that the prison has gotten a strange amusement park makeover, the sex obsession is still obviously present. who's to say cracking that thing open wouldn't just trigger an auto release of aphrodisiac?

that all said, exercising restraint in the face of solicitations and harassment leaves a very sour taste in keith's mouth. with shiro's arm pushing his back and swiftly herding them away, keith merely grumbles under his breath as he walks. ]

Should shove a sword through it.

[ though perhaps it would like that for some godforsaken reason. with a pouty hmph, keith wraps his arms tighter around the dubious bii-boh-bi plush, takes a deep breath and looks to shiro with a small smile. ]

That was weird. But thanks for the plush, Shiro.

[ circumstances aside, it's ... kinda nice actually? being at a carnival with a boyfriend who wants to show off and win prizes for him. warming significantly with that thought, keith's shoulders relax, tension visibly lifting as he surveys the park. a rusted sign posted at a fork in the path reads fun house and carousel pointing left and right respectively. keith raises an eyebrow. ]

Are fun houses actually fun?