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[lonered]

[This is new for Keith. He monitors the network, of course, too paranoid not to pay attention to everything that's going on around him, but actually posting something? It's out of his comfort zone. It's the vlog all over again.

So he looks awkward, like he can't believe he's actually doing this. But he is. He's still wearing the green apron that makes up his uniform (the Moonbucks logo just barely visible in frame), mullet tamed back into a little ponytail. He's got a coffee in his hands, and he's tucked himself at a table back in the far corner of the cafe he works in. He's on break.]

Is it really that bad if someone spells your name wrong on a coffee cup? I mean, the drink's right. I always get the drink right. Isn't that the important part?

[Someone has had a few complaints apparently.] It's loud and busy in here. How am I supposed to hear the difference between Bob and Bog? ...Bog could be a name. I know I've met a Bog.

[They were an alien, but that is not the point. He spreads his hands in a "see? a point!" gesture. And in this gesture he uncovers his own name written on his cup. Somehow he's left off the "h" and and scrawled the "t" in such a way that it looks more like a "f" and anyway, he's currently drinking a coffee that belongs to "Keif."

This problem goes deep.

Anyway.]

Sometimes I think this job isn't a great fit. Also I'm pretty sure I'm going to smell like pumpkin spice for the rest of my life. There's not even any pumpkin in it.

[Keith's having that kind of day.

Anyone who wants to catch him in person at work, feel free to find him brooding into his coffee on his break. And feel free to have been personally victimized by Keith's inability to get names right on coffee orders.]

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So, speaking of home. When you get home tonight what are you in the mood for? I'll pick it up in route on my way home. [The burritos had been good but he does have a bit of a craving for more food he recognizes and hasn't had in a while. Being back on Earth is a lot. It's what he needed in a way.

Even if they're far from the Earth he knows...the pace of life right now is enough he can just be. It's enough.]

My treat. You're the one having a bad day today.

[lonered]

[Shiro is too nice to him. That's nothing new, of course, but it still has Keith wrestling with a spreading warmth in his chest. He perks up a little as he considers though, running through his options.]

Barbecue?

[His Texas is showing.]

Thanks, Shiro.

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You've done it for me. [It had been a tough time just before he left for Kerberos but Keith made it a little easier to swallow. He mentally runs through the barbecue places they've tried and which was the best of the lot.]

I'll pick up dinner from that place we tried last Wednesday. Sound good?

[They'd both really liked the barbeque there and he could secretly bring home the desert Keith had enjoyed. He grins,]

I'll get enough we can have leftovers for lunch tomorrow.

[lonered]

[A quick eager nod. Yup. That place was great. Keith may have just scarfed down a burrito, but that doesn't mean he can't be ready for dinner if it means delicious barbecue.

You've done it for me. He wonders sometimes. Meeting Shiro changed his life. It feels like forever ago. But. They have fallen into a pattern of helping each other, over the years they've known each other.

It's a nice feeling.]

Even better. Sounds like a plan. [A glance towards the counter.] I should probably get back. My break will be over soon. But Shiro..? Thanks again.

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Anytime. Remember what I said, just do your best. That's all you can do. [Shiro nods and collects their trash, sliding it into the bag he brought the food in. He ties it shut and pushes his chair back.] Right. I need to get back too. I have just enough time to get back.

[He pauses and then he adds,] Come spend a break at the cafe sometime before we become pilots again. I bet the cats will love you.

[lonered]

[Keith stands up, stretching and turning to face Shiro, offering another smile in the other paladin's direction.]

Yeah, okay. Sounds fun.

[He likes cats. He likes animals in general, really. They're usually easier to deal with than people.]

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[He smiles one more time and walks out, putting the trash in the trash can on his way out. He pauses at the door to say,] See you tonight.

[And off he goes back to his own job. But he accomplished what he set out to do. Maybe Keith’s day will be a little bit better because of it.]