[Under the best of circumstances, Keith is comfortable with three particular living people in his personal space. It is a very short list -- though in fairness it has grown from what it once was (a low of negative numbers somehow), has grown recently. Currently said list includes Shiro, his mother, and Hunk. And honestly as cold as he is, he may be more flexible anyway.
So Keith releases some of his death grip on his blankets and lets Hunk in.
Oh. Okay. Yeah that's better.]
This place sucks. [He informs Hunk, just in case he wasn't aware.]
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So Keith releases some of his death grip on his blankets and lets Hunk in.
Oh. Okay. Yeah that's better.]
This place sucks. [He informs Hunk, just in case he wasn't aware.]