#no lions

Except:

“You’re pretty much asking for them to be taken,” says the kid.

“Kinda the point,” says Shiro, and the kid just scowls. Shiro has to give him credit for being upfront. He hasn’t made up any excuse about ‘lost’ or ‘just looking’ or let Shiro put any of the blame on him at all. Shiro likes him already.

“I’m Shiro,” he offers while the kid is still pointing a scowl at Shiro’s kneecaps. “Do I get to know who you are?”

The kid clutches his box of biscuits close to his chest. “Why do you want to know?”

Shiro shrugs. “If someone’s going to be stealing my food, I’d like to at least know their name.”

The kid eyes Shiro suspiciously. He has big, dark eyes that dart around, taking in the Lion House.

“You really are crazy, aren’t you?” he says finally.

That feels uncomfortably close to the truth, though not in the way kid thinks. Shiro forces himself to seem casual and calm.

“Well, the other option seems to be throwing a fit about it and that seems like kind of a waste of energy, don’t you think?”

There’s a long pause. And then, so quiet his lips hardly move: “Keith.”