[ that would be the logical conclusion, wouldn’t it? you kept it, so you must like it. yes and no? it’s not as though shiro walked out of that classroom with this plug in hand, immediately thinking keith. they’re in prison and while this compound is far more giving in resources than shiro’s previous experience of alien prison, he is of the habit of hoarding anything given to him. when anatomy is greatly hampered, one must take advantage of every available avenue; who knows if or when such a toy could come in handy. maybe he could have traded it for something more useful from another inmate. now, of course, that option is off the table, but the point stands: he kept it for strategic means, not because he thought keith would look nice plugged.

… that’s such a farce.

denial only works until keith asks a second question. before, shiro had given a noncommittal hum, neither confirming nor denying that must like it inquiry. put on the spot, shiro fails at maintaining that poker face, instantly giving with a blink that softens his features and has him looking younger. he doesn’t shuffle, so there’s that one, saving grace, but he does fiddle with the bunny plug, twisting it over in his hands. mouth opens, hesitation hits, and he stalls for one beat, two, before doing the foolish thing of answering honestly. ]

… There was one during class…

[ it was, unfortunately, not the model given out to the eight or so inmates who attended that lecture, but it did make the display table. he shifts onto the mattress then, crawling back between keith’s legs, the split focus helping the words come easier. ]

It had a base like a rocket ship. [ hearing himself, he has to pause and laugh. amazingly, he keeps going, though. ] It had nothing on the one taking the Persephone up, of course, but…

[ settled, shiro sits on his knees, ass resting on his heels. ]

It was kind of… I don’t know. [ a one shouldered, casual shrug. ] Fitting?