[ and what has happened in the timeframe between shiro’s last text and keith finding his way to a nearby rooftop?
green. a lot of green.
shiro coughs on it, rubbing at his eyes and then blinking rapidly to dislodge the powder clinging to his eyelashes. god damn children. if they weren’t already running off to harass their next victim, shiro would…
probably do nothing. because his focus shifts and he has something far more pressing to attend to than disciplining some hooligans. ]
It’s fine.
[ it’s not. he glares at those two words, half-hoping keith reads between the lines. ]
no subject
green. a lot of green.
shiro coughs on it, rubbing at his eyes and then blinking rapidly to dislodge the powder clinging to his eyelashes. god damn children. if they weren’t already running off to harass their next victim, shiro would…
probably do nothing. because his focus shifts and he has something far more pressing to attend to than disciplining some hooligans. ]
It’s fine.
[ it’s not. he glares at those two words, half-hoping keith reads between the lines. ]
So did you resend it?