[ punch a hole through ....? ah, right. shiro has that galra arm for some added manpower for hole punching. how... handy? fuck, keith isn't sure what's wrong with him that in a moment of revulsion, the most insightful commentary he has to his boyfriend's take charge attitude is the world's lamest pun. he keeps his lips sealed, gripping shiro's hand tight as his boy leads them through glory hole hell. keith tries not to stare at anything as they stride quickly down the line, but he can't help throwing curious glances at the peeking cocks.
it's impossible to tell with such poor lighting if any of them are anon dick's. what would he even do if he could perfectly recognize and identify the guy by his dick, anyway? drag his feet, make shiro hold his plush to walk over and punch a dick? would that even be cathartic considering the interrogation shiro would put him through later?
perhaps if keith were paying attention to things other than waggling penises waiting for a willing receptacle, he'd have seen the danger posed by those on the ground. he actually gasps when a hand snatches a fistful of his pants, only to make a horrible choking noise at the man's familiar gravelly voice. seized by the sudden fear that perhaps he's been recognized, it takes keith a moment of forced deep breathing to even register the comically bizarre accent is obviously disqualifying for this to be his anon.
.... and then a further minute to register that he's being propositioned. by someone wantng to know if his dick is bii-boh-bi sized. the instinct to kick out and forcibly break the man's grip fizzles as his brain force quits on the spot. ]
No!
[ fuck is that all he can say? flustering, keith almost drops the plush and manages to catch it by the stubby rounded feet before it hits the ground. ... but not before the head bonks their new friend jven on the head. ]
No? Shame. But you can slap with me around with yours anyway.
[ having just been on the verge of apologizing, keith finds himself extremely pleased for being slow on the delivery. with the need to yell rising exponentially, he snatches up the plush, shoving it against shiro's chest for him to secure. ]
Hold this.
[ the inmate chuckles, pleased by the apparent acceptance of the offer. the delight is short lived however, when keith rolls his eyes. ]
Why would I ever choose you when I'm with him?
[ grabbing shiro's hand, keith resumes walking again, annoyance doesn't lift easily, not when he's dealing with nobody's, but it does feel better having said that aloud. ]
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it's impossible to tell with such poor lighting if any of them are anon dick's. what would he even do if he could perfectly recognize and identify the guy by his dick, anyway? drag his feet, make shiro hold his plush to walk over and punch a dick? would that even be cathartic considering the interrogation shiro would put him through later?
perhaps if keith were paying attention to things other than waggling penises waiting for a willing receptacle, he'd have seen the danger posed by those on the ground. he actually gasps when a hand snatches a fistful of his pants, only to make a horrible choking noise at the man's familiar gravelly voice. seized by the sudden fear that perhaps he's been recognized, it takes keith a moment of forced deep breathing to even register the comically bizarre accent is obviously disqualifying for this to be his anon.
.... and then a further minute to register that he's being propositioned. by someone wantng to know if his dick is bii-boh-bi sized. the instinct to kick out and forcibly break the man's grip fizzles as his brain force quits on the spot. ]
No!
[ fuck is that all he can say? flustering, keith almost drops the plush and manages to catch it by the stubby rounded feet before it hits the ground. ... but not before the head bonks their new friend jven on the head. ]
No? Shame. But you can slap with me around with yours anyway.
[ having just been on the verge of apologizing, keith finds himself extremely pleased for being slow on the delivery. with the need to yell rising exponentially, he snatches up the plush, shoving it against shiro's chest for him to secure. ]
Hold this.
[ the inmate chuckles, pleased by the apparent acceptance of the offer. the delight is short lived however, when keith rolls his eyes. ]
Why would I ever choose you when I'm with him?
[ grabbing shiro's hand, keith resumes walking again, annoyance doesn't lift easily, not when he's dealing with nobody's, but it does feel better having said that aloud. ]