it was, in a word, kind of nice to see lance thrown off his game. the blue paladin was usually so sure of himself, confident and flirtatious, that to see him flustered was amazing. frankly, he was a little surprised that lance hadn't come back with some sarcastic comment about being shocked keith even knew what that meant. instead, it had a pretty pleasant reaction all its own and, sure, he knew he should have chilled out, but the temptation to continue was too strong. however, his amused expression was countered by a little warning look from shiro, and that essentially ended most of his fun. it still didn't show keith what he needed to know anyway and he wondered how shiro was going to try and figure this out with him. eh, likely shiro would actually want to bring it up, and keith was definitely not interested in talking
about this again, especially when they could be rejected and make things weird between all of them. then again, his impulsive way of doing things was likely to make stuff awkward and weird anyway, so maybe he should let shiro lead this. tsk, but shiro lead everything, and keith was certain he could be of some use here. finally, there was some of that usual confidence and keith felt a bit better about making any untoward comments. though, it wasn't like he was outright asking to fuck, that was way more racy than what he was doing. they couldn't get anywhere if they didn't at least make an attempt at putting themselves out there. besides, what else did shiro want from him anyway? this was just how he did things; usually without thinking and impulsively. he supposed he could refrain for a little while at least. keith scoffed loudly at the insinuation behind shiro's words. no, he didn't like to do dishes, he generally hated cleaning of all kinds. living on his own he hadn't needed to worry about dishes, since he usually ate whatever garbage he got in town. not to mention, the house was usually a mess, and when he got closer to finding that vibration in the mountain, his living room looked like some conspiracy theorists wet dream. but, keith said nothing about it, only huffed on his way back into the bedroom to find something else to wear.
finding something suitable was easy, and keith sat down lightly on the bed, finally breathing a sigh, clenching his teeth as the whole action made the nagging pain in his side that much worse. bruised, that's all it was, but he'd taken a hard blow, and shiro would point it out disapprovingly later. there was a part of him that wanted to sleep, to just lay back in their bed, and he laid back for a moment. he had his suit half down already and his purple eyes glanced down at the point of contact, noticed it was red and already starting to get irritated. he could hear the others talking in the other part of the apartment and the relative silence around them otherwise. he tilted his head that way, though he couldn't see anything other than the hallway, but he could hear, likely better than either of the other paladins due to his galra half. he'd also heal quicker, he knew that, but that didn't diminish the pain while it was there. finally he got up and rifled through a drawer or two, throwing clothes on the bed, while also poking around for that bandage he had laying around from the last time he got hurt. once he found it, keith was quick to wrap it tight enough around his waist to keep swelling down before throwing on a less questionable outfit. he stepped into a pair of shoes he had laying around, leaving them untied until he got into the other room and could brace himself up on something to help aid without needing to bend or twist too much—the bed was a little too low. "people actually want to be your friend?" he asked, expression and tone dry and deadpan, though he quirked an eyebrow as he sat in one of the chairs at the table. dragging another chair over, keith was very slow and meticulously careful in the way he propped his foot up and moved in to tie the lace. immediately he could tell shiro had noticed, as keith only really did things 'with care' when he wasn't feeling one hundred percent. squaring his jaw, he repeated the action on the second, and then sat back, letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"i know the place you're talking about, met a client there like two weeks ago," he commented, a veiled attempt at moving the conversation along and not giving shiro and time to covertly show concern. sliding his belt off the table, he unhooked his blade's holster and clipped it to the new belt. "we haven't been there, or well, i don't know if shiro has. i haven't, i've never had greek food." he removed himself for a moment, was heard sifting through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom before he came back, popping something into his mouth and chasing it with a paper cup of water that he downed and tossed into the nearby trashcan. "you look fine, by the way," he offered as an offhanded compliment, found that it made him feel shy, of all things—especially considering the fact he'd made a comment about voyeurism, this, something so simple, made him feel bashful. clearing his throat, he crossed his arms over his chest in a manner that was so him, and tilted his head in shiro's direction. "its up to you guys though, i did enough work today."