[ ohoho. shiro's caught hook, line and sinker, and keit can't keep from grinning a little too wide for something that's supposed to appear more innocuous. ...insofar that licking a pastry in deliberately questionable ways can ever be called that. answering the touch on his leg, keith shimmies higher up onto shiro's thighs with a self indulgent hum. ]

Yeah? [ thumb swiping to get the rest of the cream off his lips, he pretends to examine it before daintily licking the cream off. ] They must really have an issue with quality control at the shop.

[ keeping the ruse of banter going because nothing untoward is happening here, of course. one breath and then: ]

I do really like this filling. You said this -- [ turning to show shiro the hole at the back of the eclair. ] is where all the cream goes in, yeah? [ a twist, then his tongue is back to lick around. ] Wonder if I could get it out from here, too. Y'know. Decream it, nice and good like you wanted.

[ it's practically a law of physics. what goes up must come down, what goes in, must come out. all that good stuff. with a playful smirk, keith puts his mouth to the pastry and makes a little show of sucking sweet. ]