text; un: keith

[spaceassassin]

hey

[ so far so good ]

i got a friend who's got a problem
a big problem that's… small, i guess

anyone know a cure for shrinkage

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[spaceassassin]

[ he’s being teased
this calls for retaliation ]

i can see you btw
you’re in firing range of this pillow

[ keith: up top in the loft
shiro: sitting duck ]

[constellational]

⟪ w o w. and he's not even bluffing. one glance up and shiro immediately catches the silhouette of a gremlin against the window. ⟫

You wouldn't dare

⟪ text-to-speech doesn't sound threatening enough; he opts to yell instead, lifting his arm to reveal tiny balls of white fluff in his lap. ⟫

I'm armed to the teeth!

[spaceassassin]

[ phone goes down, window is pushed open, pillow is picked up ]

What’re you gonna do? Throw one at me?

[ TSK TSK ]

Didn’t know you had it in you.

[constellational]

Do you have it in you?

⟪ keith unsurprisingly plays dirty and shiro feigns a barely-there gasp, immediately gathering the buns closer to his stomach. ⟫

Don’t worry, I’ve got you. ⟪ and then, even louder: ⟫ Throw that pillow and our revenge will be swift! ⟪ allura, the smallest one, hops onto his shoulder to nuzzle his jaw. ⟫ And really cute!

[spaceassassin]

[ he’ll just be stretching out on his belly, chin propped on the back of his hand as he peers down at the deck. draaaaag and hold: he grins and then releases his hold on the pillow. his aim is off. purposefully, of course. the pillow hits the deck a good two feet from his friend. ]

I’m not scared of you or your fleet of furballs.

[ bring it shirogane ]