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hewwo!!!!! Hope you're having a super duper day! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ I wuv youuuuuu

[There's a pause before his next text.]

okay but seriously Are you doing okay?

Hey...

[There's a small pause as she tries to figure out what to say.]

Just wanted to see how you were doing after everything. You also looked like you had a few questions for me before we got caught. If you want to ask feel free to find me in one of the yards this afternoon. I'll be glad to explain things.

[ with the disastrous job fair now behind them, keith's since taken the time to calm down from from the fugue of rage and panic. frankly, he doesn't wholly remember who finally dragged him away from the graveyard of smashed robot bits struggling to stitch themselves back together, nor does he know exactly why he'd had such a white-knuckled grip on a corn cob dildo. the second he'd been dragged back to his cube, he'd simply fallen asleep and only upon waking late in the evening that he's had to stitch and frankenstein the event back together.

maybe an accurate recollection of the timeline doesn't even matter. what's happened has already happened. what's left is how to proceed forward and keith knows with finality that things can't fucking continue like this if this is the trajectory of the future.

so. the lighthouse had been a bust overall. having little to show for his incursion into the property, keith tries not to be overly frustrated and focus on the otherside of the forked path past the fenced off gate. it's hard to tell what it is exactly form where they are in the prison, but it looked like some kind of facility. something important. perhals the lighthouse was just a smokescreen after all and the warden had been trying to keep prying eyes away from the plant?

whatever the case may be, keith is not longer so content to simply sit still and wait for the next generation of sex robots to show up and molest them all. the last time, someone had likely snitched on him, lance and angel so this time -- this time, he'll bide his time just a little longer. wait for an hour where the majority are likely to be asleep before sneaking out to stake out the property to plan out a proper reconnaissance mission. no lance, no angel, no teammates for back up.

just him. alone. keith doesn't want to be in a nother situation where he's indirectly responsible for someone else getting punished. and yeah -- that's likely going to piss off shiro and the others, but that's only if keith gets caught sneaking around alone, right? what the paladins don't know can't hurt them.

so mind made up, keith puts on the pieces of his paladin armor and sits on the floor of his cube, cross legged to meditate quietly. ]

Yo, Keith, it's Jesse. From the party.

Still up for busting that truck out?

[ from here

keith gets maybe two nanoseconds to recover when the lady starts freaking out. so he probably owes her an explanation or three, but he's not above frowning before putting his hands up in some placating gesture of peace. ]

Look, lady. I'm not interested in hurting or doing anything else to you.

[ granted, considering the wolf's teleported them to his cube, maybe that's not wholly believable at face value but... ]

I was just trying to get you away from that creep. Who the hell is that guy anyway?

Edited 2022-08-13 14:57 (UTC)

[ In some paradoxical way, the creepy mist is a welcome distraction from the strange daily life James is starting to get accustomed to in this prison. There is nothing less enthralling than day in day out talking about the sex you're expected to be having - at this point James feels like he'd gladly remain celibate for life.

So when the cemetery gates hang open in the mysterious fog, he goes into Mission Mode. Is it wise? Maybe not. Is it something else to occupy his brain? Definitely. He just has to check it out. He wishes he had any mission gear though.

And still, he is wandering through the gates, into the low visibility field awaiting him inside. Keeping himself close to gravestones as if looking for cover from gunfire, he proceeds--

and stops dead when a familiar silhouette stands in the middle of the path.

Good morning class, we have a special... a special... ah, what is... says the disoriented voice of Mrs Robinson from middle school. ]

[ getting locked up in solitary isn't exactly a first for keith, but of course it just had to be during the week that everything started going to shit, huh? with all the exaggerated stupidity going on, the looming awareness of this place being legitimately dangerous had faded a little. stupid. keith really should have known better.

perhaps the one saving grace to being in solitary is that there aren't any windows. no windows in turn means that he can't see that ominous red glow from the lighthouse -- looking, searching for him. maybe that's not a consolation at all. maybe all it's doing is keeping him from knowing when or if whatever's looking for him will make an approach. the thoughts circle like vultures above carrion, and there's little keith can do but pace the five steps forward and five steps back in his tiny cell.

focus is what keith keeps telling himself. spiraling anxiety won't help anything. back in the quantum abyss there'd been plenty of days when keith thought they'd just be doomed to wander space forever. that he'd die without ever seeing another human face ever again. it's terrifying how easily those intrusive thoughts come crawling back to the surface with minimal provocation.

shiro, the wolf, his friends -- they're all out there just beyond this one door. keith tells himself as much, knowing he'll only be in solitary for a few more days, but when there's nothing to do but sit in mist induced fear, a few days feels impossibly long. keith curls up tight in the corner, arms hugging his knnes and head bowed an. when he gets out of here, maybe he'll try and talk shiro into cuddling under the covers for a day.

if.

and who's to even say shiro would want to? shiro's been through much worse than this during his time as a galran prisoner. who's to say the guy wouldn't look at this and think weak. keith looks up, haggard and growls at nobody in particular. ]

Shut it.

[ shiro doesn’t know what’s going on anymore. he woke up this morning in a prison, spent the early evening in a palace, and now he’s on the grounds of an amusement park…? he’d believe he’s dreaming, except even his dreams are never quite so bizarre. as luck would have it, the switch up in prison life happens to fall on what he’s guesstimated to be keith’s birthday. dates and time are a complicated mess here; being pulled from another reality, keith is on a different time table than this place is, so can it really be said he’s one year older today? probably not, but shiro doesn’t need much convincing when it comes to lavishing keith with attention and affection, not that his supposed birthday is the only reason to today.

another month spent, this time with a full embrace of calling each other boyfriend. it’s been good. it’s gone well. shiro’s affection for keith has only deepened and he’s confident enough to believe the same can be said about keith. meaning? they’re at the end of their pact. tonight they turn off their devices, hole themselves up in bed, banish the space wolf from the premises and finally see how well their chemistry translate into their bodies moving together.

that is… if they ever find their way back to shiro’s cube.

it’s an interesting dilemma. part of him wants to return to the familiar sights of the prison because returning means his cube, his bed, and keith in it, but the other part of him enjoys the change in pace, even if what they’re given is a somewhat run down park. dilapidated in some places and outright ominous in others, the stalls, the games, the rides shouldn’t be counted on. except, shiro and keith have already taken their chances with a few of the rides, the utter disarray of his wind-wiped floof a testament to the speedrun coaster they just finished.

currently, they’re taking a break from courting death and are at a game stall, dozens upon dozens of plushies hanging above their heads. ]

I’ll sink it in a red one, just for you.

[ a quick grin to keith and then shiro is staring ahead, brow furrowing as concentration intensifies. he’s got a bucket of ping pongs clutched in his left arm and he’s standing a good three feet from the countertop. the name of the game is ball and cup bounce. essentially, he has to land a ping pong into one of the many cups after a single bounce. sounds simple enough.

except his first ball bounces off a rim. his second falls in between the cups. his third lacks power and doesn’t even clear the counter. embarrassing. ]

… Instead of logging hours in the sim, I guess I should’ve been attending dorm parties and practicing my beer pong.

[ it’s been a rough week. shiro isn’t the type to believe in an arbitrary cut-off for a recurring time table, as though one bad week will be put behind him if he waits it out from saturday to sunday, with a fresh week starting anew with blank pages and an absence of all his prior mistakes. he’s put himself in this mess and until he cleans it up, it’s going to be bad week after bad week, because nothing feels right when he’s meant to exist with an empty, keith-shaped spot beside him.

he’s seen keith, of course, but that’s the extent of it. no shared laughter, no secretive smiles, no kissing, no holding, no fucking… – there’s an awkwardness between them now, one that doesn’t pit them as strangers to one another like a break-up would, but something edging ever closer to that. it’s bringing up some sour memories. this isn’t like his break-up to adam. it’s not a break-up at all; they’re fine. but shiro does remember that ever present, anxious feeling whenever he left his newly moved into, garrison provided single-dwelling. part worried, part annoyed at the never-ending chance of running across his ex-fiancé in the halls, the cafeteria, the officer lounge.

it’s not like that with keith, he reminds himself. the stark difference here is that he wants to see keith, even though every interaction of the past week has left him hollowed out and guilty, continually at a loss of how to rectify the misunderstanding between them. the problem here is that although he does recognize that he misspoke in an explanation that didn’t explain anything at all – we weren’t ourselves, keith – there’s also a part of him that stubbornly resists any obligation to explain himself. or god forbid, apologize.

… but hell, retiring every night to this bed that is far too large now, has weakened that resistance. he’s spent more of his life sleeping alone than he has sleeping with someone beside him, so theoretically, he should be better suited to sleeping alone. he’s not. it’s always particularly difficult to relearn how to sleep alone. frankly, he doesn’t want to relearn how to do that, because there are no words to adequately describe how wonderful it is to open his eyes each morning and find his best friend snuggled against him.

he can’t endure another morning without that. he can’t toss and turn through an entire night again, either.

if he showed up at keith’s cube right now, just as he is – empty-handed and a touch droopy-eyed from another horrid night – keith would likely accept him anyway. but shiro increases his odds by first taking a shower and then heading off to the dining hall to get some food in him. though his brain tells him he doesn’t have much of an appetite, his stomach disagrees. loudly. so he goes and he gets, settling on something quick by raiding the pastries. he specifically pilfers away a few extra, thinking that a peace offering of sugary sweetness can only help his chances of getting in the door.

turns out he’s wrong, because he never gets to keith’s cube.

see, he saw the broadcast this morning. it was concerning, of course, especially the lack of details of what is deemed punishable, but having dealt with confusing, not at all reliable rules on what these aliens deem enforceable, shiro’s decided that setting things right with keith takes far more precedence than doing the prudent thing of hunkering down in his cube.

it’s a mistake.

apparently, walking out of dining with extra food is now considered an offense. hoarder, greedy, taking more than his fair share… the sentries are not having it. and so shiro lets them lead him away. anxious, but assuming it will be little more than an inconvenience of time and a slap on the wrist, shiro cooperates all the way to some new structure that is still in the process of being built. everything after that is a whirlwind of escalating atrocities.

he probably shouldn’t have busted that first sentry that tried to rough him around into following the command of full-body stripping. the remaining sentries – and a few more that appear from somewhere – are on him shortly after that, jabbing him with something that makes everything foggy and rather pleasant after that. neutralized by a drug that makes him compliant and absent of inhibitors, shiro winds up naked shortly thereafter.

mostly.

because they clap a collar on him, fasten belted ropes around him, and hook up… a contraption. if he’s so greedy for second and third helpings, then he should make no protests to whoever decides to unzip and cum dump in the funnel, right? either way, shiro’s too warm, too antsy, and too out of it to care, his muffled noises accentuated by the funnel. ]

( ooc: so the fanart but without the panties and the funnel connection is shorter? I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S WHAT THIS FANART IS SUPPOSED TO BE but let's go with that. fanart by BlopNSFW @ twitter )

Edited (cw ok, i always forget) 2023-06-24 14:35 (UTC)

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