keybums:

Here it comes!

As soon as he’s given the note he bites back a cackle, he’s so prepared for this joke because the two had been wordlessly communicating (or so he thought) with their eyes what they thought of the announcer’s getup.

His fingers twitches in anticipation against the flimsy note, but he had to be stealthy. If he opened it too quickly, his amusement would get caught in his throat, but too slowly and he could burst. He carefully unfolded the note- reading a jumbled; ‘bring meat next time.’ He squinted, brows furrowing in confusion. He mouthed a “What?“ Read the note over front and back, disappointment evident in his scowl. He’d been tricked. He lifted his hand to face palm, but stopped prematurely, deciding it was more favorable to crumple and bounce the note off of the goat’s face.

He shifted in the dark, poking at the circular eyeglasses he’d just recently donned to slide them back along the bridge of his nose. He allowed one particularly loud cough as fumbles with the pen he dropped, bending himself over like a collapsible chair in search of it. A collapsible chair may be the least likely comparison, but it was the most similar in that moment. 

Insert a long and harrowing tale  here, here, and here. His grapple with the floor was endless. It resulted in the loss of one shoe lace. It was a journey of self discovery. End result, he found the pen, threw Key a sidelong glance that included much miming in the vicinity of his mouth –(gnashing his teeth in a way he deemed suitable for the public)– in imitation of chewing.

And obviously there was no real way for him to retaliate as the other –(who’s head was shaped noticeably watermelonesque)–aggressively rejects the suggestion that would have benefited them both, and so he then proceeded to patting his stomach, frowning, widening his eyes meaningfully. (Or, he prayed that it looked meaningful, because his stomach was on the verge of consuming itself).