[ it's hard not to be caught up in shiro's growing enthusiasm. the amount of indifferent resignation keith's built up for the amount of gross pda that occurs routinely at porn prison only extends to managing to deadeye his way past two inmates fucking like rabbits. being on the receiving end of affection, even as tame as this, makes him turn a rosy around the cheeks, heart thudding in anticipation for what's to come.

so of course when he enters the cube and spots kosmo lounging on the bed, tail wagging politely in greeting, keith feels a similar clunk of disappointment. that said, it's still not enough to keep him from sounding dismayed. ]

He's not a that, Shiro.....

[ the words are quiet in their disapproval. after all, keith isn't looking to pick a fight. he knows shiro and the wolf have had a rough start and that shiro's largely putting up with the wolf for his sake, but stilll. he'd rather hoped that shiro would grow fonder of the wolf than what a that implies.

somewhat bummed, keith peels himself away from shiro and walks towards the bed, hand outstretched to pet between the wolf's ears. instantly, his friend from the abyss closes his eyes, looking like the definition of the word contentment. ]

Hey, buddy. Go hang out with Lance or Pidge for a little while, okay? Or take a nap in my cube. I just need some alone time with Shiro. We'll sit by the beach afterwards, okay?

[ the wolf looks from keith to shiro, then to the dick plush in shiro's arms. having made some kind of conclusion about this, the wolf makes of a whuffling noise as he shakes his head. he gets to his feet, bumps his dnout to keith's hand and then disappears in a flash of blue light.

keith tries not to sigh as he takes a seat on the edge of the now empty bed. he doesn't say a word, but quietly pats the spot next to him.]