[ ah fuck. that’s the only bit of warning shiro is allowed when a hoard of terrorizers round into his safe haven. there’s an uproar of hollering, heckling and screeching laughter.
it’s a bloodbath of red.
the wall behind shiro is splattered with powder. the murdered shrub is too. again, shiro breathes too much of it in and ends up coughing on it. he opens his eyes and feels… unbalanced. sweet, yet sour. warm on intent, yet steely cold from jealous disappointment.
he tightens his grip, the phone’s casing giving one ominous creak. ]
No. We aren’t. Anyone who knows me would realize I don’t share.
[ best... friends? there's more to it than that. clearly. shiro doesn't refute it in the moment, although he doesn't label it either. all he knows is keith and him belong together, as friends, as allies, as -- whatever. and whoever this usurper is, needs to gtfo. ]
no subject
it’s a bloodbath of red.
the wall behind shiro is splattered with powder. the murdered shrub is too. again, shiro breathes too much of it in and ends up coughing on it. he opens his eyes and feels… unbalanced. sweet, yet sour. warm on intent, yet steely cold from jealous disappointment.
he tightens his grip, the phone’s casing giving one ominous creak. ]
No.
We aren’t.
Anyone who knows me would realize I don’t share.
[ best... friends? there's more to it than that. clearly. shiro doesn't refute it in the moment, although he doesn't label it either. all he knows is keith and him belong together, as friends, as allies, as -- whatever. and whoever this usurper is, needs to gtfo. ]