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[marmoron]

[So here they are back on the swap moon at the space mall. Keith would say he has no idea what the fuck he's doing here with Lance and Allura, but..,he knows damn well what he did and that this whole thing could've been avoided if he'd just kept his mouth shut about sparkly shit.

Okay, so maybe he wouldn't be quite as unenthused if he didn't have to t bargain with Coran first to get some usable currency to pay for whatever the heck it is that Allura wants, but that sure was A Thing.

As the three of them pass by the first booth, Keith stops and grabs the first shiny object he sees which happens to be a rather tacky looking goblet of some sort.]

How about this?

[Are they done now, y/y?]

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[wingliner]

( he hadn't expected that touch to be enough to get keith out of grump-land — but listen here, keet yeehawson, there's nothing to be ashamed about when it comes to trying to get yourself away from an entity such as slav. he's the reason this one has high blood pressure.

at the tender age of too damned young, but whatever.

and. he had a feeling that once he even alluded to something happening there would be no coming back from it, so. ah. there is no coming back from this, and maybe he flops back on his pillows a little with a sigh ( still, those pillows are garbage and it's not much of a flop as it is a whump ), rubbing at his eyes like he needs the world's longest nap. )

I'm okay, don't worry about that. He, ah … stopped by to visit after my surgery. ( and would not leave despite the insistence that he didn't need to be here.

your turn to console, keet. )

[marmoron]

[Keith watches this sad attempt at a pillowflop with so much concern. There might have been something amusing about this, but with Shiro in dire need of some rest and relaxation, all the humor's been sucked right out of him. Not that he had a whole lot of it to begin with, but...

He reaches out to touch Shiro's good arm.]

What did he want? How long was he in here for?

[That's a frown. Why is the Garrison allowing walking-talking sources of aneurysms into the medical bay? Maybe he does need to be in here after all. You know. To chase people out of a sick man's room, good lord.]

[wingliner]

( there really shouldn't be that much concern for a sad-ass pillow-flop, but … we suppose there's always going to be a lot of concern for shiro where keith is concerned, because that's pretty much how it's always been, and the very same is true in reverse.

these morons are just too concerned with one another. and it's never going to change.

he gives a very tired smile, that's going to do any good at all in reassuring the other that it really hadn't been a big deal, but here he is trying to placate him, anyway. stop worrying so much. your face is going to stick that way. ) Said he wanted to visit. ( a beat. ) He … read to me.

[marmoron]

[Too late, Shiro. Keith already has a chronic cade of resting bitch face, his face has already been ruined. Looking concerned is probably an improvement tbh.

But he wasn't exactly expecting to hear that so now it's his turn to be incredulous.]

...he read to you?

[On the one hand, this is probably better than Slav trying to talk you into kissing him in just about the worst possible way, but on the other we're scraping the bottom ot he barrel for silver linings here.]

Was there something wrong with your eyes?

[HELP HIM UNDERSTAND.]

[wingliner]

( well. well. so he might agree that he has a constant case of resting bitch face, but. he still doesn't want it to stick that way permanently. he likes it when you smile, after all.

and he understands quite well that what has just come out of his mouth sounds about as strange as anything could, and while he's going to do his best to make sure the other understands — let us preface this by admitting that he doesn't fully understand it himself.

but he does have to laugh at that. ) My eyes were fine. ( he ends up chuckling out, and it ends in a bit of a sigh, because just thinking about it makes him tired all over again. ) He said he … owed me one? ( does he sound unsure? because he still is, even now. ) And that he understood humans enjoyed storytime … so he found something at the Garrison library. ( and now he's trying to remember the whole title, because it had been a very long one. ) Something about … ah. Introduction to Differential Geometry … of Space Curves and Surfaces?

( he thinks that sounds right. ) It was a long two hours, Keith.

[marmoron]

[Just blinking a little at this, trying to process all of it, but it's one of those things where the longer you think about it, the more questions you end up having. Slav? Storytime?? Who told him this?? Why would anyone tell him this?? Really the only part of this that makes sense is the book selection....]

... yeah. That sure sounds like an eternity.

[He's still sounding a little too ??? perplexed? to be completely sympathetic here, but the sentiment's a genuine one.]

Did you.. uh... learn anything interesting?

[Good lord is he teasing now. Is that what's happening? ...No just kidding, he's just...assuming that this "storytime" session must've only lasted this long because ....????]

[wingliner]

( you're not the only one still trying to process this, keith. trust him. it happened to him and he's still trying to wrap his head around it, because it still feels kind of like he'd dreamed the whole thing, even if he's pretty sure not even his ptsd-addled brain would have been able to conjure up something that traumatizing.

at the question, he rubs at his eyes again, because just thinking about it makes him tired — but he thinks about it, tries to remember if he'd retained one singular thing from that whole mess, and he finds. that. ) I think I must have blocked most of it out. Or fallen asleep with my eyes open. ( and he looks perplexed, because he genuinely cannot remember a single thing.

other than the sound of that wacky accent droning on and on in the background. )

I can't remember a thing. ( bad shiro. )