[ it’s been such a battle to get keith to cooperate that now that he does so by holding out his hands, shiro doesn’t quite believe it. and weirdly? shiro almost wishes the ploy hadn’t been successful. he hates deceiving keith, even if the motive is in keith’s best interest. it wouldn’t be so bad if keith wasn’t looking at him like that: happy and trusting, like shiro just promised him something worthwhile. it makes shiro think of what keith said before. you really think aphro changes how i feel about you. even hazy on a drug, keith trusts him immensely… too bad shiro is about to throw that right back in keith’s face. ]
Yeah, well… [ he heaves a heh and then swallows uncomfortably, opening one cuff, then the other. ] There’s a first time for everything.
[ he secures the cuff around keith’s right wrist and then leans forward to loop the other end through the metal bar of the cot’s frame. he grasps keith’s left and brings it closer to the frame, getting that cuff around his wrist with a resounding click. despite their ridiculous look, the handcuffs aren’t of cheap quality. they proved to be a challenge during that class demo… shiro only hopes that keith is discombobulated enough that he doesn’t immediately trick the locks and uncuff himself. at least not until he’s calmed down some.
for good measure, shiro gives each fuzzy cuff a tug and satisfied that the locks hold, he glances to keith’s face. that silly bit of guilt comes back to him in the moment and feeling himself falter with it, he can’t stop himself from brushing keith’s bangs, touch light and apologetic.
one brush and then he leans back, gaze still on keith’s face. ]
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Yeah, well… [ he heaves a heh and then swallows uncomfortably, opening one cuff, then the other. ] There’s a first time for everything.
[ he secures the cuff around keith’s right wrist and then leans forward to loop the other end through the metal bar of the cot’s frame. he grasps keith’s left and brings it closer to the frame, getting that cuff around his wrist with a resounding click. despite their ridiculous look, the handcuffs aren’t of cheap quality. they proved to be a challenge during that class demo… shiro only hopes that keith is discombobulated enough that he doesn’t immediately trick the locks and uncuff himself. at least not until he’s calmed down some.
for good measure, shiro gives each fuzzy cuff a tug and satisfied that the locks hold, he glances to keith’s face. that silly bit of guilt comes back to him in the moment and feeling himself falter with it, he can’t stop himself from brushing keith’s bangs, touch light and apologetic.
one brush and then he leans back, gaze still on keith’s face. ]
How do they feel?