Shiro felt a warmth growing in his stomach and smiled at Keith whilst he drew a matching line to his likeness in the sand. Somehow he felt like a child again, scrawling on rocks and on the walls of caves with his friends. This was a little different though, it was intimate and intense. He could feel himself willing Keith to like something that he did so that they had things in common. He watched Keith attempt to reassure him that he wouldn't eat his dorsal fin and he relaxed a little more than he initially thought he would. He smiled again and contemplated Keith's gestures, but he realised that he was getting distracted just watching the way Keith's hands and face moved as he concentrated and thought about what he would do next. He sighed happily and nodded, watching Keith retreat again. He had a skip in his step and a grin in his eyes. Shiro liked to think that it was his fault the man's mood was so high at the moment. It certainly hadn't been the night before.

He smiled softly and traced the word 'pizza' with his fingers. They were strange letters that he had seen before, floating by and on the sailing vessels that lay in the harbour. He had no idea what they meant but he knew that it was a form of communication. Perhaps it was a name for this strange triangle drawing. Hearing Keith's footsteps, he looked up and he recognised the same letters on the side of the box. He pushed himself up, beginning to smell something foreign. His nose twitched and he followed the smell to the box as Keith placed it on the ground beside them. Shiro's eyes widened and he grinned, pointing to the drawing when Keith opened the box. He lost the grin when Keith handed some to him and he sniffed it, unsure. It was unlike anything he had smelled before. Sometimes there were ships passing by with cargo that held something smelling vaguely like it, but he couldn't identify it as anything more than that.

He bit into it slowly and chewed on it, then looked down at it. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, smelled or tasted. He couldn't decide if he liked it or not. It had the saltiness of seaweed, but other tastes and textures that were sweet, sharp and tangy at the same time. He swallowed and took another bite, this time from the other side and he reeled back. This part crunched like bones and had a bland taste to it. He wasn't sure about it, but he wanted more of it. He looked to Keith, unsure how to take this new experience of flavour before he saw the new drawing that Keith had made. He found that this was something they didn't have in common.

Shiro had grown to almost fear the moon. He dreaded the phases, particularly the waning phases. They symbolised his pain and fear. Shiro shook his head solemnly at the moon and drew his own, then rubbed it out quickly. He drew a sun in it's place, the rays long and large. He much preferred the sun to the moon, the day to the night. Even if the night had brought him Keith, the night could just as easily take him away.