[ fuck. that is absolutely not the response keith thought he'd be getting. an inquiry about the war, sure. a raised eyebrow about aliens and robot lions? highly likely. i'd be proud of such sentiment?? not even remotely on his radar, and the fact that dimitri may just have short-circuited his brain is glaringly obvious.
going from wide-eyed to huffing as keith hurriedly folds his arms and looks at a jar of pickled frog legs that have suddenly become very interesting indeed, he grumps: ]
... it's just doing what has to be done.
[ and no, he is not blushign, shut up. ]
Which is why I gotta figure out how to get back. Same for you, no?
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[ fuck. that is absolutely not the response keith thought he'd be getting. an inquiry about the war, sure. a raised eyebrow about aliens and robot lions? highly likely. i'd be proud of such sentiment?? not even remotely on his radar, and the fact that dimitri may just have short-circuited his brain is glaringly obvious.
going from wide-eyed to huffing as keith hurriedly folds his arms and looks at a jar of pickled frog legs that have suddenly become very interesting indeed, he grumps: ]
... it's just doing what has to be done.
[ and no, he is not blushign, shut up. ]
Which is why I gotta figure out how to get back. Same for you, no?