He waited, and waited for Shiro to answer his suggestion, but it didn't seem like he understood, and it made Keith sigh. If only this creature understood Keith the way he understood him. And even that was strange. It almost felt like an enhanced sense; like he could listen to merfolk talk and relate to every word, like it was in his blood, but they didn't understand him back. What did he lack, and what did he need to make them get him? He frowned a bit staring down at the rocks, wishing there was a different way. A better way of communication, and although he loved the attention he was getting at the moment, occasionally staring up at the eyes gazing at him, he thought that wasn't enough. Even when things involved staring at a sea creature he found handsome, he needed to talk and be talked to. It was the one thing he missed, the one thing he always took for granted. 

His eyes found their way up again, away from the rocks, his ears listening in on the waves clashing against the wooden structure before he heard a voice in his mind and it made his eyes widen, staring back at the sea like someone spoke to him there. But it was Shiro's voice, loud and clear in his head. "What the.." he murmured to himself, looking quizzically back at the merman like he was asking a silent question. His voice sounded like the waves in the morning, the wind hitting against the surface of the water. It frightened him at first, but it felt so familiar too. Like he heard someone else's voice accompanied by those same waves, someone that was trying to talk to him and lull him to sleep once upon a time. What was going on? 

He was still wide-eyed for a few seconds, his state of drunkenness messing up his reaction times before he decided, 'fuck it'. He downed an entire bottle of beer. Of course this was bound to happen.

So, in a childish state of revolt, he gave a small pout and shook his head, pointing against the wooden structure. Then, he laid his back against it, imitating the motion of pulling a blanket over his body then clasping his two hands under his ear, closing his eyes. He was going to sleep here, and this 'injustice' he was against was very cruel. He opened an eye, staring at the other to see his reaction to that small show.