Everyone working with Keith seems really surprised with Keith having a husband (an attractive one too, lmao). Is there any time that someone was rude about it and Keith/Shiro handled it really well? Not even just at Keith's work but perhaps in public or something?
HAHAHA Yeah they are. It’s simply because Keith doesn’t really say it. It’s not that he’s ashamed of his family—he’s very proud and happy—but it’s just not something that comes up. They just get surprised when Shiro visits. XD
Keith brings the kids to work Part 02 (Part 01)
[The Voltron Family] The whole family went to the nearest mall from Keith’s building. Apparently, there was a new Japanese restaurant that they hadn’t tried yet, so it was a no-brainer. Keith was holding Pidge’s hand, while Shiro was carrying Lance (big boy, who?) and another hand holding onto Hunk.
They would usually get stared at. It wasn’t everyday you see two Japanese men with three multiracial kids that clearly didn’t look anything like them. Keith tried to ignore it, but most people would do a double take and look back with so much confusion, trying to figure them out.
Keith was talking softly to Shiro when a teenage girl stopped and looked at them, smiling so wide. Again, Keith tried to ignore.
The family entered the restaurant and the available table was at the center so they chose that one. They ordered their food and Shiro began asking what he missed.
Shiro: So, how was this morning? Were you kiddos good?
Pidge: *nods* We were. Surprisingly, Lance was quiet.
Lance: *perks up* *grins* I drew baby dragons, Daddy Shiro! And Hunk coloured them for me!
Hunk: I did. It looked really great, if I do say so myself. *proud*
Shiro: And how did you find your Daddy’s office? Nice, huh?
Hunk: *eyes widens* IT WAS!! it was.. so… *stretches hands* SO BIG.
Pidge: And and and there were so many books! Books of many kinds! *looks at Keith with wonder* Bigger than our library at home, Daddy Keith.
Keith: *chuckles* Yeah. Well, it’s a publishing company so yes, it has to be bigger than our library at home. *pinches Pidge’s nose*
Lance: Do you get free books though?
Keith: I do, yes. *smiles* But mostly from the ones I edit. Do you have any book you wanted to own? *smirks*
Lance: *flushes* *whispers*
Shiro: What was that? *muses*
Pidge: Lance wanted the book about dragons! The one with drawings.
Lance: *gasp* *nudges Pidge* Shut up, Pidge!
Keith: *hums* I’ll see what I can do about that, buddy. You’ve all been really good today—so far. No tantrums… *eyes at Lance*
Lance: Hey! *crosses arms and pouts*
Shiro: *grins* Great then. This lunch treat is worth it. *chuckles* *turns to Keith* And you, love?
Keith: *groans* Oh god. I got called by the boss, saying there might be a future tour again for Richardson’s series and I have to make arrangements. I’m an editor and yet I’m like a manager. *rubs temples*
Shiro: Awwww, baby. *pulls Keith and kisses him on the cheek* You’re an all-in-one. You work so hard. *rubs his back and hugs him for comfort*
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a waiter, causing them to straighten up.
Waiter: *nervous* I’m so sorry but our manager told me that you need to leave.
Keith: *blinks* Excuse me?
Shiro: Is there any problem?
The waiter looked around him nervously and Shiro and Keith noticed that so many people were staring at them, some mostly in disgust. The waiter started rambling in Japanese that Keith started speaking his mother tongue.
Keith: We placed our order and we’re waiting for—
Waiter: *surprised at Keith* I know, Sir. But… my boss is—
Manager: *approaches their table* Leave. You and you. *points at Shiro and Keith* No place in this restaurant. People are leaving seeing you both doing your disgusting gay PDA.
Keith: *stands up* Excuse me?
Shiro: *grabs Keith’s arm* Keith, don’t.
Manager: *looks the kids in disgust* To think you have the nerve to show that in front of children? They’re going to grow up like faggots. Useless people.
Keith: *covers Pidge’s ears quickly* How dare you talk about my children that way. *snarls*
Hunk and Lance: *slowly goes closer to Pidge*
Shiro: *stands up* *shields his family* Let’s settle this like adults, okay? There are kids in this table and I would appreciate it if you’ll be mindful of your words.
Manager: I want you all to leave my restaurant! That way my customers can eat peacefully. *eyes Shiro and Keith* The fact you’re both Japanese. *shakes head* Such a disgrace to our country.
Shiro: *has had enough* Excuse me, Sir. But the fact you’re Japanese and a homophobic jerk is such a disgrace to our country. Degrading people for what they are— *turns to his kids* Cover your ears, please.
Three kids: *nods* *covers their ears with their hands*
Shiro: *turns back to the manager* Pardon my French, but such a fucking asshole move. We came here to eat Japanese food because my little girl was craving for tempura. A fucking tempura. And gods be dammed I’m giving her that no matter what cost. But if this restaurant wouldn’t even like us breathing in here—just because we’re fucking “faggots”—then it’s not damn worth it. We’d rather find another one which would have an open-minded manager who wouldn’t be so bothered with a kiss on the cheek and a hug and call it “disgusting gay PDA” because wow *scoffs* What do you know? Most people do that in public and no one bats an eye. But no. Not for us. Just because my husband and I are both men, suddenly it’s disgusting. Suddenly, it’s not allowed. Suddenly, we’re useless people who do nothing but bring filth to this planet. Well, excuse me, but I don’t see you earning 7 digits yearly.
Everyone just turned quiet. A bit at awe at Shiro lashing out.
Shiro: *turns to Keith and the kids* We’re leaving.