catch-all

[spaceassassin]

WHO: Keith + "friends"
WHERE: The Netherworld...? LISTEN. All over.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Event shenanigans + other
WARNINGS: Language??


( ooc: if you'd like to do something with keith ( doesn't have to be event-related! ), feel free to PM, msg/add sevenhelpings or wildcard your own! )

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[spaceassassin]

[ it probably would have been a better plan for keith to go to her; icy ground is marginally better than dense stone. that would have required for keith to get up and move, though, which, according to his agitated thought process, is admitting further defeat. to who? the netherworld in general? whatever. he’s cold, he’s grumpy, and so, at current, he can’t be held accountable for how ridiculous his stream of thought is.

also, for the record, that shift that brings him closer to her by an inch? unintentional consequence of him readjusting himself in his seat, afraid that if he sits still too long he’ll actually fuse to this bench. ]

Not a lot of snow in Arizona. [ actually, there is, just not in the part he’s from. does she even know what arizona is? ] Or space.

[ he frowns and – okay, this next inch is maybe not so unintentional. he did ask – tell – her to come over here to warm up, little point in pretending that’s not what they’re not going to do. ]

[unalign]

[ if she notices him inching closer to her, she doesn't say anything. for one thing, she benefits from it too, noticing the growing warmth it brought between them. for another, he seems like the type who would react in mortification if she calls him out on it, similar to a recent "friend" she's made, and as much as possible, she wants peace.

peace and quiet in this freezing weather that is totally not normal at all. besides, the bunnies look like they're enjoying themselves tearing through the flora of the park. ]

Space is pretty cold, too.

[ and she says this matter-of-factly, like someone who's experienced the coldness firsthand. her expression doesn't change, though, her gaze still on the rumbunctious bunnies running around. how is it that they're not freezing like them ... ]

Just a little above absolute zero ... unless you stray near a star, of course.

[spaceassassin]

[ does keith think he’s being particularly sneaky? no. so, he appreciates the lack of comment. the matter still stands though: the promise of warmth is right there, all they need to do is scoot in closer until there’s contact. in this one instance, keith can keep to patience however. he’s not so desperate, yet, to make the first, second, and third move. maybe in a few more minutes, when the bit of proximity warmth wanes and the chill has his teeth clattering as before.

for now, he watches shiro’s bunnies roll about in the snow, their white coats blending in perfectly. the exaggerated crack of frozen over petals being nibbled away by the bunnies named allura and hunk have keith smiling, briefly. he’s yet to admit that he approves of shiro adopting these furballs but… he supposes they can be cute.

but lumine is speaking and keith is listening – listening better now and all at once, he has a suspicion that maybe there is some shared experience here. ]

Almost sounds like you have firsthand experience.

[unalign]

[ she's not going to deny that the bunnies are cute ... even if they're pretty terrifying, tearing through frozen leaves like those. a part of her is almost tempted to ask if they're also vampires, but that's probably not a conversation he'd like to have.

just like how his next comment is a conversation she would not like to have.

it's too late, it was her fault. it was her mistake, sharing that little tidbit about space when she's trying to be discreet about it. then again, it isn't as if she denied it either, even back in tevyat. people just didn't ask a lot of questions, lumine idly thinks as she hunches over to try and conserve the warmth within her. ]

My brother and I, we used to travel a lot ...

[ through space, remains unspoken, of course. it's obvious enough, considering what they're suddenly talking about. ]

[spaceassassin]

[ keeping faith in keith’s deduction skills is a bold move. it’s hit or miss. for example, she hunches over herself, subtly signaling that she’s cold enough that adjustments need to be made. it’s an opportunity for keith to steal another inch and tap their hips, thighs, maybe even knees together in a long section of shared body heat. does he do this? no. he simply doesn’t see the opportunity.

he does, however, hear that omitted through space. not that is particularly enlightening. he frowns and turns his head, looking at her more openly, still completely ignorant that a more suave person could – and probably should – drape an arm over those hunched, tightly packed shoulders. instead, he quirks an eyebrow. ]

What, like astronauts?