Keith Was Pretty Quiet During The Walk To The Canteen, Not Responding Very Quickly To The Question. His

Keith was pretty quiet during the walk to the canteen, not responding very quickly to the question. His eyes seemed glazed over, thoughts racing every direction but this one. "I think I might train, like usual...depends on where my head's at after some 'food', though." The implied air quotes around food came with a slight laugh, a rumble in his throat.

"You're welcome to join me, if you want," he offered, idly grabbing a tray of the strange green goo they all ate. It was still steaming hot from whenever Hunk had cooked it. "I'd love to see that arm of yours in action without the threat of actually dying."

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"Every day of my life," Keith mused, checking the room out of the corner of his eye to make sure no one would see them. If he was going to do it, he'd better do it now while he had the chance.

"There's not a day that goes by that I don't question what it'd be like to be yours."

"Your room's just how you left it, and no, not gruel. You go change and do whatever you need to do, I'll get the food ready." Shiro placed a hand on Keith's shoulder, smiling brightly at him. He was happy the younger paladin was back, the team hadn't been the same without him.

"I'm sure the lions miss you, too, bud." He then left Keith to change and went off to the kitchen, whistling quietly. Definitely in a good mood today.

Always one for holding his own, Keith was quick with Red's movements, taking out what he could with the mouth blade. Though there were a few bangs and scrapes, they managed to finish off the patrol group together in half the time it would have taken Keith alone.

"I owe you, man," Keith's voice crackled in, breathlessly. Red situated itself beside Black, allowing their pilots to view the remains of their battle. Keith leaned his forehead against one of the joystick controls and sighed heavily.

Keith nearly choked, his mind flooding with implications and ideas of what that could mean. He'd had some sort of schoolyard crush on Shiro back at the Garrison, but now was different. They were getting to know one another on personal levels, they were working together as a team, they were practically living together. His mind kept spiraling down the rabbit hole of thoughts that rushed forward as he tried to eat the barely passable food.

"Good," Keith quipped, a smile ghosting across his face for a brief moment. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you, either." The dark haired paladin rolled his shoulders back, satisfied with the low, dull cracks and clicks that came from them. Finishing what he could of the goo he'd been all but picking at, he excused himself and went to wash up.