[ please, i’ll be good. ah. that has such a nice ring to it. briefly, shiro allows himself to bask in the suggestion of it, thinking if only in that miniscule span of time. but then the second runs through itself and shiro is left scoffing. ]
You think I believe that?
[ shiro had just been kicking himself backward, broadening the distance between them. now though, he jerks forward, landing on all fours as he crawls forward, movements rushed in his attempt to beat keith to the pillow. ]
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You think I believe that?
[ shiro had just been kicking himself backward, broadening the distance between them. now though, he jerks forward, landing on all fours as he crawls forward, movements rushed in his attempt to beat keith to the pillow. ]
You’re already going for the pillow, you brat.
[ shiro is a poet. ]