[What did these poor cushions do to deserve this...? That's two in one month they're gonna have to reupholster or replace entirely, Shiro. Granted the first one was because he wanted to not ruin the actual chair, but still!

Keith sighs, firing one more shot at Mark - hitting him in the backside as he clears the field. He'll get him a drink later. After he's sobered up.]

So you found where I hid the rest. [Juuust great. He mulls it over only for a second before he sets his paintball gun down. Keith reaches back to untie the cushion from behind him, letting Shiro think he's going to choose that option for a moment.

At least, until he undoes the button on his pants.] You're lucky I didn't wear one of my good pairs, sir.

[He looks right at Shiro as he unzips, stands up. His boxers are red with black stripes. No one he'll run into during the walk of "shame" should be surprised.

Both pants and cushion fall to the floor as he lets them go and turns to leave. Except he stops to pull Shiro into a kiss. It's chaste and doesn't last long, but there's a glint of something mischievous in his eyes when he pulls away.] Enjoy trying to sleep the next couple nights, baby.

[Unless he pulls him back, Keith will lightly brush against Shiro's arm before leaving.]