[ Look, there was probably nothing wrong with the food on display, odd colours and all- probably- but honestly being kidnapped and torn from the rest of Voltron didn't exactly leave Keith in a particularly good mood, and certainly not mood enough to want to indulge in the smorgasbord presented. Besides, who knew what was in the blue milk anyway?! What Keith wanted, what he really wanted was information. Someone had to know a way to get the hell out of here. It's the bottom of the ocean, not the center of a black hole. There had to be a way.

Nobody seemed to be too accommodating about his inquiries, though. Mood getting sourer by the minute, Keith shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking a tin can down one of the sphere's busy streets, watching as it bounced off the back of someone's ankle or thigh. Blinking, he had, at least, the self-awareness to be a little sorry for it, and he shrugged at the person, offering a soft mutter of ] Sorry. Hard to get into the- Thanksgiving spirit when you have more important things to do.

[ Shiro is in trouble again. He didn't know how he knew it- but he did. It gripped him, dug it's claws in and crushed the air from his lungs with worry. Shiro was out there- somewhere, and he was hurting, he was in trouble, in pain. Keith had to find him. He'd promised. As many times as it takes. As many times as it takes. It's all Keith can think about, knowing Shiro is out there. That he's lost, he needs help. He was near frantic with it, obsessive and angry with the idea that someone was keeping Shiro from him and hurting him. He hadn't come across the galaxy more times than he could count to find the other just to leave him now. He had to be on the Sphere, he just... had to.

He's a man on a mission; a man possessed. Storming through the markets without much care for the people who get in his way, looking high strung- maybe even a little manic. All the worst possibilities playing through his mind. ] Shiro! Shiro!

[ Honestly it was strange to just... have so much time on his hands. Sure, they'd had down time on the castle ship sometimes- but then he had been training, learning, working hard- doing something. Here, there's no sparring robot, nothing to occupy himself with during his free time. None of the jobs available had really struck his fancy just yet, but he needed to something. So when the call for harvesting volunteers went out, well... at least it was something to do. And with luck, Keith wouldn't have to worry too much about dealing with other people to do it.

When he got there, he was a little surprised honestly. Seeing the grape stomping was... strange. ]

I thought they didn't really do that. [ He said absently to whoever was closest, wrinkling his nose and crossing his arms over his chest.] Remind me not to drink the wine.

[ooc; Want something not listed here or want to start something of your own with Keith? Go for it! Or PP me at oresteia and we can plot something out! ]