[ the boots are dropped on the floor but the other items are dumped on the counter. vest, pants, utility belt, glove – excellent, everything made it through the compound sprint. he lifts his head at the question, only to follow keith to a glance toward the wall in almost perfect synchronization as his face too wrinkles with a frown. what was that…? shiro doesn’t dismiss it quite as quickly as keith does; this is his house, his space, and he knows what’s normal and what’s abnormal here. ultimately though, his focus splinters as keith comes to stand close. and soon, just as it has a habit of doing, his attention freely swings to keith entirely, his gaze once again on him.
what were they talking about? oh, right, the bed. ]
Two days ago.
[ he put the request in two weeks ago, actually. apparently, there was confusion surrounding the word king. either way, the aliens managed to get it right and helped him move it in here… after he spent a great deal of credits. he thinks he’s doing alright though; he may not be getting the big bucks with community service check offs all that often, but between his job with maintenance and his regular fuckings with anonymous, he brings in small, yet steady amounts of credits.
he folds the vest in on itself and smooths his palms over it, parting from it with twin pats. ]
I meant to tell you earlier – but I guess I’m telling you now.
[ he laughs gently and then steps around keith, heading toward the bed. he sits down on the edge of it, bending over his knees to start pulling at the laces of his boots. with a carefully crafted nonchalance that isn’t at all him downplaying his investment in hearing keith’s opinion, shiro asks: ]
i cannot believe i actually tagged the wrong thread. who am i. i'm such a noob rper.
what were they talking about? oh, right, the bed. ]
Two days ago.
[ he put the request in two weeks ago, actually. apparently, there was confusion surrounding the word king. either way, the aliens managed to get it right and helped him move it in here… after he spent a great deal of credits. he thinks he’s doing alright though; he may not be getting the big bucks with community service check offs all that often, but between his job with maintenance and his regular fuckings with anonymous, he brings in small, yet steady amounts of credits.
he folds the vest in on itself and smooths his palms over it, parting from it with twin pats. ]
I meant to tell you earlier – but I guess I’m telling you now.
[ he laughs gently and then steps around keith, heading toward the bed. he sits down on the edge of it, bending over his knees to start pulling at the laces of his boots. with a carefully crafted nonchalance that isn’t at all him downplaying his investment in hearing keith’s opinion, shiro asks: ]
Do you like it?