[ it is a look and a half, yeah, which is right on point with keith’s usual taste in fashion. shiro is doing considerably better. he’s got the long sleeve, boxer-briefs and normal, boring white socks. oh, and keith’s yoga pants caught on his shoulder. see, shiro tries for a duck but doesn’t quite make it, laughter immediately kicking up in his chest and spilling free as he pulls the ball of orange fabric off. ]
But maybe you were!
[ shorts in one hand, pants in the other, shiro balls up each as best he can and then does the very mature – and likely expected – move of throwing them back at keith. he huffs as he then, immediately, hops up on the bed, turning mid-hop to plop his bottom down on the edge. he bounces with the recoil of the mattress, barely pausing as he folds over his lap to reach for his feet. ]
Everyone knows red is your signature color.
[ no. in fact, not everyone knows that. but shiro’s grinning wide and tugging off his socks, tossing those, one after the other, at keith too for good measure. ]
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But maybe you were!
[ shorts in one hand, pants in the other, shiro balls up each as best he can and then does the very mature – and likely expected – move of throwing them back at keith. he huffs as he then, immediately, hops up on the bed, turning mid-hop to plop his bottom down on the edge. he bounces with the recoil of the mattress, barely pausing as he folds over his lap to reach for his feet. ]
Everyone knows red is your signature color.
[ no. in fact, not everyone knows that. but shiro’s grinning wide and tugging off his socks, tossing those, one after the other, at keith too for good measure. ]