[ pillow successfully reclaimed, shiro holds it in a metal fist and turns, looking to keith. he eyes up that innocent smile, suspicion radiating off of him. without a shadow of a doubt, keith is waiting for him to drop his guard, isn’t he? shiro thinks yes and adjusts his grip, holding the pillow in front of himself between both hands. ]
Yeah.
[ that is what shiro expects, if keith actually wants to play nice and cuddle up tonight. ]
So say it. Say you yield.
[ then maybe they can stop tussling over pillows long enough to figure out what it is they’re doing. ]
no subject
Yeah.
[ that is what shiro expects, if keith actually wants to play nice and cuddle up tonight. ]
So say it. Say you yield.
[ then maybe they can stop tussling over pillows long enough to figure out what it is they’re doing. ]