Plutoni
say it ain’t so
— KIERAN O'SHEA
He huffed, rocked back from the onrushing force as he felt his breath momentarily squeezed out of him under Amisi's embrace. He laughed, returning a one-armed hug across her shoulders, amusedly flipping off Jason behind her back as he did so, the other hand far too busy with his pistachios to get involved. He gave a mock gasp over her head in Ally's direction.
"So sensitive. Someone better hand me one of those icepacks for that burn."
But he was quickly distracted as Serena swept by - the snacks had left his fingers before he even realised what was happening, left clutching at empty air.
"Oi!" he called, all joking indignation, making a half-hearted attempt for them back. "Finders keepers, Serena, don't get jealous.."
Kieran reached his hands out to catch them, but instead let out a noise of protest as Joey, this time, intercepted the packet, letting his arms fall. Come onnn.
"Can you guys stop abusing my pistachios? Please?"
He pushed himself off the counter, trying to smooth back his thick blonde waves as he followed the rest of the group into the broadcasting room, victoriously swiping the snacks back out of Joey's outstretched hand as he walked past. Despite having been there before, the room never failed to prompt some form of mild curiosity in him; he wandered across the space, trailing the tips of his fingers across the cold planes and ridges of the narrow filing cabinets, absentmindedly sliding some open and closed as he listened to the surrounding conversation, coming to a stop at the side of the desk beside where Kana stood. There he leant, reaching over and pushing some of the sliders around.
"So what are we talking about on the radio tonight?"
A smile slowly curled up one corner of his mouth as he hummed in thought.
"We should do an anonymous confessional. All our listeners can tell us their deepest, darkest secrets live on air, and relieve their woeful burdens without fear of consequence," he proposed, tossing a pistachio into his mouth, moving on from the sliders to mess with the various dials across the panel. He glanced over to Serena, smile growing, eyes glinting with their dark blue mischief. "You can distort their voices, right?"