[ shiro's come to expect very little of his birthday. he's been at a breakneck speed for a couple years now, all the way back to galaxy garrison when he was hellbent on proving himself worthier than his medical file suggested. so with life busy, his focus elsewhere and the actual day of his birth only appearing on a four-year cycle... it's been easy to dwindle the celebration. besides, when there's a ticking time clock on the functionality of his body, celebrating another year closer has a way of missing the mark. he has to admit though -- after today, he can begin to see the appeal.
maybe it's simply because he's died or that he's just come out of surviving a fake apocalypse. both make him appreciate the little things, like slowing down and taking that time for himself. or maybe there's no outstanding reason for his changed perception other than walking into the living-room of their shared space to find ten tiny kittens with equally tiny hats and a sweet faced keith saying happy birthday. in that single moment, he found himself going huh, maybe birthdays aren't all that terribly dull and forgettable afterall. even the unending joke of scales and fish with the kiddie pool couldn't dampen his enjoyment of cake and balls of fur.
that in itself would have been enough, more than enough, really. but keith is far more attentive and kind-hearted than anyone gives him credit for. which is why they find themselves at emerald park.
shiro's been here not all that long ago. if they take a sharp turn to the right and head down that path for four, five minutes, they'll find a lake that shiro is, unfortunately, familiar with. thankfully, they bypass the turn and continue on, only to pause at a line of trees. haunted. right. at this point, nothing would surprise him. though, if there are ghosts in there, he hopes they don't rope them into playing tag.
the branches continue to sway and shiro delays a beat longer just to eye the rustling of leaves before slowly tilting his face for a sideways glance. in lieu of a straight denial, shiro grins small an' crooked, one eyebrow cocking high on a wordless you're kidding right. as for actual words? ]
That's you, isn't it?
[ the not so subtle amethyst wind. one beat and then in the next, shiro is on him. he moves with quick efficiency, enough to get his arm around keith's neck and reel him down an' in for a headlock. his free hand finds keith's head and then there's metal fingers tangled in ebony, ruffling the hair to oblivion. ]
Quit trying to scare me. It's my birthday. You're contractually obligated to be nice to me.
idk who this senpai is
maybe it's simply because he's died or that he's just come out of surviving a fake apocalypse. both make him appreciate the little things, like slowing down and taking that time for himself. or maybe there's no outstanding reason for his changed perception other than walking into the living-room of their shared space to find ten tiny kittens with equally tiny hats and a sweet faced keith saying happy birthday. in that single moment, he found himself going huh, maybe birthdays aren't all that terribly dull and forgettable afterall. even the unending joke of scales and fish with the kiddie pool couldn't dampen his enjoyment of cake and balls of fur.
that in itself would have been enough, more than enough, really. but keith is far more attentive and kind-hearted than anyone gives him credit for. which is why they find themselves at emerald park.
shiro's been here not all that long ago. if they take a sharp turn to the right and head down that path for four, five minutes, they'll find a lake that shiro is, unfortunately, familiar with. thankfully, they bypass the turn and continue on, only to pause at a line of trees. haunted. right. at this point, nothing would surprise him. though, if there are ghosts in there, he hopes they don't rope them into playing tag.
the branches continue to sway and shiro delays a beat longer just to eye the rustling of leaves before slowly tilting his face for a sideways glance. in lieu of a straight denial, shiro grins small an' crooked, one eyebrow cocking high on a wordless you're kidding right. as for actual words? ]
That's you, isn't it?
[ the not so subtle amethyst wind. one beat and then in the next, shiro is on him. he moves with quick efficiency, enough to get his arm around keith's neck and reel him down an' in for a headlock. his free hand finds keith's head and then there's metal fingers tangled in ebony, ruffling the hair to oblivion. ]
Quit trying to scare me. It's my birthday. You're contractually obligated to be nice to me.