@shinkv { Plotted } | Insert the “Wingmen” theme song here ;;
Well this... This had not been how he’d figured his night would go. It started off with a woman named Komiko and Lance deciding that Keith and himself absolutely had to take a break. (They weren’t entirely wrong, he’d say so about Keith anyways.) That break entailed going to see Koko’s circus performance. The Starlight tent, a cornucopia of mystic and wonder. Honestly, he was a bit thrilled about it. Sitting next to Keith and simply enjoying down time? Sign him up any time. A lot had happened, had been happening. There was no denying that they needed a break from the death defying acts on their part. Of course he’d leaned over and asked Is this really safe for them? a few times here and there.
It didn’t seem to put a damper on anything even when he was told no, not really. (Granted, he was even more keenly aware of the performers at that point.) It was because of that though that he ended up taking note of one Miss Komiko heading towards them with her hand outstretched and a wide toothy smile on her calico features. “Well c’mon kids! Time to participate!” Oh no. Oh no. No one told him about this and by the look of things, no one had told Keith either. Fast forward through some aerial silk magic to the current situation and he’s found himself quite literally wrapped up with Keith. The first words out of Koko’s mouth were “You can’t cut the silks, Keith. They’re expensive and hard to replace.” Which meant tools needed to come out while the crowd was being distracted with something else after having their laugh fest at the pair of them.
A chair was pulled up, he’s not sure how he ended up being the one in the smaller’s lap but here he was, carefully straddling Keith’s lap and being hyperaware of every muscle he moved. Gods alive, his face was in flames and there was absolutely nothing he could do to hide it with his hands practically bound. How long has it been since he’s been in this close of a proximity of Keith without there being some god forsaken injury involved? (You were trying so hard to maintain distance, not just from him but from everyone.) But especially him, because of the things he’d never utter if he could help it.
Still, he couldn’t just sit there in silence and toil in his own dismays. Agate hues shifted and he tried to put up an awkward smile. “Guess we can make the excuse “We’re all tied up” if the Princess calls, huh?” Of course it was bad jokes, it was always bad jokes with awkward situations. “That was terrible even in my standards.”
