[ … okay. shiro’s got the softest, sweetest spot for a happy keith. it’s a side that doesn’t come out nearly as often as it should and so, shiro’s weak for the wide grins and the peels of laughter that aren’t at all self-conscious. he wants keith to be this delighted, always… just, maybe not when it’s directed at shiro finally mustering up the courage to put words to his attraction. shiro’s rusty, he gets that, but he didn’t know his flirting was that bad…
is hot not a hip word to use anymore? it’s been awhile since he’s been on the market or on earth, for that matter, so…
does he sound old-timery?
the laughed through explanation helps clear some of that up, however, it does little to reverse that silly, awkward feeling of putting himself out there. he knows keith means nothing cruel by it, at least. still, keith gets that mischievous look and shiro, stubborn and embarrassed, huffs as he scoots back on the bed, drawing his legs up onto it. ]
No, you lost your privileges to honesty hour. I’m not telling you anything.
[ it’s not a lost cause though. he does crack a smile. the feeling enduring, but some teasing infiltrating his voice nonetheless. ]
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is hot not a hip word to use anymore? it’s been awhile since he’s been on the market or on earth, for that matter, so…
does he sound old-timery?
the laughed through explanation helps clear some of that up, however, it does little to reverse that silly, awkward feeling of putting himself out there. he knows keith means nothing cruel by it, at least. still, keith gets that mischievous look and shiro, stubborn and embarrassed, huffs as he scoots back on the bed, drawing his legs up onto it. ]
No, you lost your privileges to honesty hour. I’m not telling you anything.
[ it’s not a lost cause though. he does crack a smile. the feeling enduring, but some teasing infiltrating his voice nonetheless. ]
You laughed at me, you goon.