You try to dress nice. How do you dress nice for a sex club? You have no fucking idea. But you've got the greaser cool guy look down pretty good, and you think it works for you. You wear your tightest t-shirt. You spend like fifteen minutes in front of the bedroom mirror trying to decide which pair of jeans is the most flattering for your glutes. This is your chance.

Care and fucking of your lispy bipolar nerd.

His arm wasn't the only thing the Galra changed. They also gave him certain... needs. Shiro learns to make it work for him.