it's fine. they're fine and the babies will be fine.

[ oh. so it’s gonna be like that, eh? vaguely affronted that his attempt of puppy eyes proves to be entirely ineffectual – guess those eyes only work when they come from their namesake of an actual canine, hmph – shiro shelves that thought and quickly changes tactics. he stays seated on the bed, because of course that’s a rule in this made up game, but he scoots closer to the edge, chasing keith’s closeness to the allowed limit. ]

I’m very kissable.

[ this should be reason enough. he smiles a small, plush thing, hands gripping the mattress as he leans forward. again, body language a dead giveaway that he loathes keith putting any sort of distance between them. ]

I have soft lips and a very enthusiastic tongue. [ and now, for a hint of slyness. ] I know what you mean by kiss you more, too.