[ dressing room is misleading. the one here provides bottom wrung level privacy. he shouldn’t complain, even silently, because considering lon sheremi’s eccentricities, it could be so much worse. at least the drapes are a solid, dark purple and not, say, sheer, sparkly toile. no walls though, means voices carry. the mix of voices from the crew, as well as accompanying sounds of people moving about should drown out anything they have to say in this enclosed space. nonetheless, he appreciates the added precaution.
… though, after he hears the entirety of what keith has to say, he thinks, maybe it would be better if they didn’t speak at all. too late; shiro gives keith a pitiful look, shaking his head. ]
No.
[ if he doesn’t explain it now, he’ll just have to explain it later – or worse, keith will ask someone else, like lance or hunk. can’t have that. it’s better to bite the bullet and deal with it, preferably while gathering their things as an added distractor. with that in mind, shiro gestures to the corner of the draped section where some orange is neatly folded. he’s assuming that’s keith’s. ]
Like… physically helping me get ready to shoot the scene. [ this is keith. he’s talking to keith. shiro has the utmost faith in keith… just not so much the areas of understanding social cues or innuendo. so remembering that, cringing at that and ultimately, accepting that, shiro gestures at his crotch with a wave of his metal hand. ]
Ready here.
[ still not as blunt as he could be, but sufficient enough that shiro makes sure he holds position until keith looks and then he ducks into the other area divided by the curtain. he’s looking for his things – it’s not only to hide. ]
so they hold hands to save credits. cowards and cheapskates.
… though, after he hears the entirety of what keith has to say, he thinks, maybe it would be better if they didn’t speak at all. too late; shiro gives keith a pitiful look, shaking his head. ]
No.
[ if he doesn’t explain it now, he’ll just have to explain it later – or worse, keith will ask someone else, like lance or hunk. can’t have that. it’s better to bite the bullet and deal with it, preferably while gathering their things as an added distractor. with that in mind, shiro gestures to the corner of the draped section where some orange is neatly folded. he’s assuming that’s keith’s. ]
Like… physically helping me get ready to shoot the scene. [ this is keith. he’s talking to keith. shiro has the utmost faith in keith… just not so much the areas of understanding social cues or innuendo. so remembering that, cringing at that and ultimately, accepting that, shiro gestures at his crotch with a wave of his metal hand. ]
Ready here.
[ still not as blunt as he could be, but sufficient enough that shiro makes sure he holds position until keith looks and then he ducks into the other area divided by the curtain. he’s looking for his things – it’s not only to hide. ]