[ is he actually done? shiro huffs but one, two, he’s got a kiss and a draping arm, so call him appeased. enough to come out of hiding? not quite. it’s comfortable here and shiro settles in, even going so far as to nose at that sweater an’ nuzzle up, closer to the line of keith’s throat.
still, affectionate as he may be, the question is off-putting and soon enough, he’s grumbling into the fabric. ]
Leave the eclair alone. [ which translates to: leave me alone. keith said he was done! it’s time to forget this conversation -- no more than that, it’s time to forget eclairs in general. he needs to get rid of that box of twelve and…
he lifts his head to peer over keith’s shoulder, staring at the float box. slowly, he finds himself frowning. ] The eggplant though… -- that’s not some reference to popping it, is it? [ because he needs that float. it was the last one in stock; please don’t hurt it, keith. ]
it's the brain link.
still, affectionate as he may be, the question is off-putting and soon enough, he’s grumbling into the fabric. ]
Leave the eclair alone. [ which translates to: leave me alone. keith said he was done! it’s time to forget this conversation -- no more than that, it’s time to forget eclairs in general. he needs to get rid of that box of twelve and…
he lifts his head to peer over keith’s shoulder, staring at the float box. slowly, he finds himself frowning. ] The eggplant though… -- that’s not some reference to popping it, is it? [ because he needs that float. it was the last one in stock; please don’t hurt it, keith. ]