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[ ohoho. consider keith's curiosity piqued. ]

uh-huh.
and what's your excuse gonna be for ditching work, big guy?

Who said I’m ditching work? I’m out interrogating a known criminal.

[ it counts. ]

[ wow. wowowow. ]

😇🖕
i don't know what you're talking about

[ he would put a 😘 but that’s unprofessional.
nevermind all the eggplant talk. that was before this i’m-working charade. ]

See. Clearly you need to be interrogated further.

[ oh so that's how this is gonna be! ]

🤐
i used to be a spy you know
you sure you can break me?

[ it helps that keith wants shiro to "break" him. don’t even try denying~ ]

Yeah. Ten minutes tops.

[ .....

he shouldn't be egging siro on while he's at work and chasing after a promotion, but fuck it. he's curious now and that can only mean.... ]

show me

[ shiro glances up from the phone and looks around. what’s he checking for? people snooping too close and by proxy, knowing the details of this somewhat saucy, mostly ridiculous conversation? sounds dumb when he puts it like that -- so he’s just going to return his attention to the screen. ]

In person? Or are you fishing for a picture first?

Edited (i am a failure) 2021-07-09 05:06 (UTC)

[ curiouser and curiouser!! ]

i'd like that picture first, sir.

[ already has keith falling into line and calling him sir. cue the smirk. ]

You said you like 🍆 Did you want to see the massive one I have?

[ there's no way, right? shiro's allegedly working right now, so this can't possibly be an actual offer to send him anything spicy.

and yet.... creeping doubt? curiosity tipping into active intrigue? the sensible thing to do here is to remind shiro not to be a crooked cop and get back to work, but keith is a boy who wants to see where this road leads. ]

sure do.😏

[ please remember that you love him, keith. ]

Okay baby. Just make sure you safeguard this picture. Can’t have others accidentally seeing and getting jealous.

[ a few seconds later. ]

Looks nice enough for you to sit on. 😉

[ listen… he was looking at water toys for his kiddie pool a few days ago and saw this. this seems like an opportune time to run the possible purchase by keith.

... nevermind the fact that it's bigger than the pool. ]

[ ??? no way. there's just no way, right? right?? and yet, here keith is rounding his shoulders and hunching over his phone even though the apartment is just him and bitchface right now and bitchface isn't even on the couch with him.

keep shiro's privates well... private? yes, of course.

he's about to text back that the coast is clear when -- ]

The fuck?

[ the question bursts out of him viscerally. this is where keith is now apparently -- muttering perplexed expletives at his phone and earning strange looks from the cat batting a toy across the floor.

on the one hand, he supposes he should be relieved shiro was just messing around because it means he's not sending dick pics while at work, but on the other hand.... he's still sulking. ]

this is war.

[ CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED, TAKASHI. ]

Edited 2021-07-09 22:53 (UTC)

[ ready for it? it’s a rare occurrence. one that has to be witnessed to be believed. too bad keith is across town, sulking in their apartment and plotting revenge, because shiro here, well…

he bursts out laughing.

got him. amused, proud, altogether pleased at how well that came together, shiro is an accumulation of emotions that have him wide grinned and bubbly on laughter that ranges a touch too loud. the man at the drive-thru order station pauses to give him a questioning look, one shiro is quick to wave off, even as he struggles to quiet down.

he ducks his chin down and buries himself back into his phone, knowing he’s in shit-trouble but… ]

Aw don’t be like that 💔 What if I make it up to you by letting you not only see, but touch the real 🍆 once I get home?

[ damn straight he's plotting some revenge. specifically some sweet revenge. just be glad keith ain't that mad about this situation. ]

😤
sounds more like i'd be rewarding bad behavior.

[ … sweet revenge; god have mercy on his soul. shiro has no idea how hellish his life is about to become. ]

Or I can touch yours? I know you have a nice one hidden away.

[ how improved his life is about to become more like, tyvm. ]

my eggplant is offended that nice is all you have to say for it.
guess i do want those eclairs you offered up earlier to drown my sorrows with

[ keith wants eclairs?? shiro’s on it! he straightens up and he’s on the move. funnily enough, his brothers in blue are exiting right as he gets to the entrance. gives them a little wave and an even littler explanation -- boyfriend. a chorus of ahs and then they part ways, shiro heading into the donut shop.

right. he shouldn’t leave keith on read. ]

I’m getting them for you right now. And you have the nicest, prettiest, cutest eggplant I’ve ever seen. I’m pleased with it in every way.

[ … does he get boyfriend points for that? ]

[ ....hmph. kinda hates the fact that reading that is pacifying, thanks. ]

ok. i guess the eggplant is willing to forgive you.
juries out about the rest until i see those eclairs though.

[ order in! shiro taps out another text while the gem starts putting the baker’s dozen of eclairs into a to-go box. ]

Patience! Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be walking through the door with your special delivery.

[ 15 minutes? alright, cool. that gives him some time to do some preparation of his own then. namely, slip out of his clothes and into one of shiro's sweaters. going for maximum effect here, baby. ]

uh-huh. patience yields focus. sure.
i'll be focusing.
see you in a bit.

[ he’s four minutes late. if he wasn’t playing hooky with this detour home, he might’ve flipped on the cruiser lights just to shave off a few minutes otherwise stuck at traffic lights. sadly, he isn’t quite the bad boy cop keith likes to dub him as and so, the extra stop at the floormart on 3rd makes him late.

worth it though? maybe. hopefully. he has the box of eclairs balanced on his palm and there, tucked under that same arm, another box containing a ridiculously shaped raft.

unlocking the door, pushing it open, scooting in to gently kick the door shut behind him and -- nope, that is not a gentle kick. in the midst of the motion, he catches sight of keith and registers the full extent of what he is seeing. his foot jerks back harder than he intends and while it doesn’t slam, the sound of the door snapping shut jars him, enough so that between that and the, frankly, tantalizing image before him, shiro nearly drops the eclairs. ]

Keith. [ listen closely and there’s the slightest strain to that single syllable. he’s altogether hopeless then -- gaze drifts and he’s looking down the length of those long, long legs. a total of five seconds too long and finally, he remembers himself. he clears his throat as he looks back to keith’s face. ]

I, uh -- got your eclairs?

[ … why is he posing that as a question? ]

[ fifteen minutes pass and there's no shiro in sight. keith would be lying if he said he wasn't a little concerned, but keeps himself busy by sharpening knives at the kitchen table on a wetstone. whether the hold up is an intentional test of keith's patience or purely incidental, he couldn't guess, but at least it's probably not down to say... alien abduction.

... he'll give it another ten minutes before sending shiro a text and getting back into his normal clothes. just in case. luckily, the manhunt for shiro is avoided entirely when there's jostling at the front door. keith snaps to attention, ready to put operation: eclair into motion.

knife down, keith slides off the chair and walks over. there faintest suggestion of a mysterious breeze teases up at the hem of hid sweater as keith comes to a stop in front of shiro. there's a fractional lapse in his smile when he gets a peek at the box tucked under shiro's arm, but then he's right back to focusing on the eclairs and the rest of shiro. ]

You're late. [ spoken softly as he tips in close to kiss a cheek. god help takashi if the eggplant float is the reason why, but keith isn't going to think about the float right now, damn it. with shiro still holding the box, keith pries it open and makes a production of sticking his nose closer to sniff. ] These look amazing though, so I guess I can forgive you.

[ finger to his lip, he muses playfully. ]

But which one do I want....

[ of course, all thirteen eclairs look fucking identical, but that is, you know, not the point here. ]

/closes eyes

just leave them closed.

that seems like it'd be wise yeah

you'd think we'd be desensitized to their stupid.

and yet here we are. cringing every day

there's smth addictive about it ok

this is true. they have too much power.

oh man, now i'm the one who forgot the tagline

i can't believe you edited just to put one in.

it's important that we talk here. it's not like we talk anywhere else.

oh yeah, literally not talking to you right now and yelling

i suppose i should be ashamed. 1/2

but i'm not.

wouldn't believe you if you said you were anyway 1/2

done

i can't get over keith protecting his phone while he's alone... precious.

shiro's privacy matters to him okok

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE. i'm screaming.

Shhh, no more screaming

but i cannot stop...

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