As the raven-haired man snapped his eyes up after drawing his tiny replica of the moon, he grinned up at the merman. The way he ate his pizza resembled a shark trying to eat with a fork and knife, careful not to drop the slice and still ever so curious about it. Once he reeled back at the bland part of the pizza, Keith shook his head and readjusted the slice in his hand, turning it back to the juicy parts. The rough part felt more like crushing bones and certainly Shiro wouldn't like that feeling. Not a single creature on this planet would, Keith was willing to bet on it. 

He pushed the box of pizza in his direction more and exposed the slices to him, glad that he already realized the similarity of the triangle on the box and the triangle on the sand. The man felt as giddy as a parent would at their child understanding a new word or shape, but the grin that was almost permanently plastered on his face was gone and replaced by a small frown as he looked down at the replaced sun. He was the exact opposite. Yes, he loved the sun for warming him up, for keeping his plants healthy, but he found that the night suited him more. Reminded him a lot of himself.

He shrugged, but raised a brow in confusion at why he specifically chose the sun and didn't like the moon so much. He wanted to understand as he moved a bit to another spacious area on the sand to draw a new sun with rays and the sea as waves. Then he drew the wooden structure they were close to and then drew himself on top of it, his stick figure dangling his legs in the water. He had a line as a mouth, but when he drew the moon again he drew himself not fully smiling but comfortable as he sat underneath it, holding a shell. He was describing his relaxation at night, and wanted to know why Shiro hated it by another silly drawing. 

The way he wiped the moon off surely looked like he feared it.