Keith What Are You Thinking About Right Now

keith what are you thinking about right now

"So many things," Keith stared off into space for a moment before snapping back to reality. "I'm thinking about the next moves of the Galra, the next moves the Blades need to make, where Voltron needs to be, how many lives are at stake in this war..." he trailed off, frown deepening before shaking his head and replacing it with a fond smile.

"I'm also thinking about Shiro...and how much he's taught me, not just about life but about myself, about him, about what we do... I'm thinking about Ritzell and how much I want to protect her... I'm thinking about Lance and how much I miss him, even though I'll never tell him that to his face... and I'm thinking about Dolch and how much he intrigues me. I need to know him more."

Keith sat down, crossing his legs. "I'm always thinking way too much, sometimes I just need to clear my head and not think. Which is exactly what I'm about to do with this little rolled friend here." He held the hand rolled 'cigarette' between two fingers and pulled a lighter from his pocket with the other hand.

"Hang around if you want, I'm no stranger to sharing."

Keith took the slip of paper, glanced at it, then up at Dolch. That grin went straight to his head, a smile finding it's way onto pale features.

"Well, I suppose I should return the favor..." He plucked a napkin from the bartop and scrawled down his number, sliding it across to Dolch.

"Here you go, handsome. In case you loose yours."

The lithe raven haired pilot perched himself on one of the bar stools at the counter and watched Dolch carefully; his violet eyes ever roaming across his face, torso, arms, back to his face, searching for something. His pupils constricted for a moment before blowing wide again, a stare of comfort.

A short laugh bubbled forth from his butterfly filled gut, and he began answering in order the best he could, brain swimming with alcohol.

"I'm a bisexual trans man," he started, "if that's a no-go, I completely understand." Hands were raised in surrender, another goofy little laugh leaving him. "As for boundaries, I'm pretty much an open book, but I'll let you know if you promise to do the same."

Keith's eyes roamed again, from eyes to lips to eyes. He was thinking about how good it would feel to have those lips all over his, all over his body. A chill ran down his spine, followed by a rush of warmth right back up.

"I'm 21, but I don't mind older men. I'm single, but looking, yes. I don't really care what's done tonight so long as there's good company and good conversation now; and I can't say I'm disappointed in the slightest. I'm looking for just about anything, really. I'm not picky. And as for my favorite color? Red."

He thought he'd gotten them all, head swimming with a mixture of the after effects of the alcohol and lust.

Keith's shoulders drooped slightly, though his posture remained poised, he was perched on that barstool like he was made for it. Violet eyes regarded Dolch with a stare that could melt even the most frozen of hearts, and a smile that matched, quirking at the corners of his lips.

"I tend to drink alone when I have the chance," he replied, talking a bit louder than he normally would to be able to be heard over the din of the bar patrons. "But having someone around is never a bad thing."

He'd haphazardly scrawled his name above his number, not thinking about it turning into a conversation. He was used to people sliding him their number, getting his, and vanishing into the crowd only to be heard of in the wee hours of the morning.

"I'm a pilot," he explained, "a part of the Galaxy Garrison." They knew that name drop would get the point across, the Garrison was well regarded in most circles.

Shiro took his hand and stood, joints popping and cracking in protest. He frowned, but laughed as well, managing to stand smoothly. His hand stayed linked with Keith's, lingering there for a moment longer than 'appropriate,' maybe he'd just wanted to hold Keith's hand, too.

The ATLAS shook, hitting a bit of turbulence, likely, but it still made Shiro tense. He looked to Keith, eyes slightly widened. "What was that?"