[ … that’s a good point. if asked, shiro would stand by his ever accurate explanation that space magic bullshit is the culprit behind those profiles – as it always seems to be when strange occurrences happen – but he’ll concede that it’s a good idea not to tempt their captors with easily retrievable, saucy photos. shame. shiro’s back to that word; unlike before, however, he won’t tease keith into submission. he’ll just need to checkmark that box off his sentence sheet some other way, some other time… not that that’s why he wants a picture of keith like this.

god, he can’t even look at him without buzzing all over. he does, though; look. he still is. but here, now, he makes a conscious effort to take his fill and lift his gaze, quirking a small, regretful smile. ]

I’ll have to get one.

[ a mirror. the cube only has one: a medium sized one earthquake glued to the wall above the bathroom sink. any time shiro’s wants something smaller, he uses his tablet’s camera as a makeshift one, but well… can’t use that. ]

Next time. [ because of course there is going to be a next time. many next times. maybe even soon if keith keeps looking delectable, empty balls and soft cock be damned. huffing once, shiro takes a backward step from the bed. ]

For now… let’s get you fixed up. [ and then he’s turning with the next step, padding to the other end of the cube to get to his locker. it’s already unlocked and partially open. after a short rummaging, he finds the item of choice and then backtracks to the bed. as he approaches, he adopts a sheepish look about himself, holding the item up for an easier view. ]

Keep in mind that I didn’t choose this. Everyone in class got the same model.

[ see? not freaky shaped. just… cute shaped?? ]