[ so. about those crowds -- ten is bordering on sixteen by the time shiro climbs the stairs and gets open the door of keith’s apartment. steps in, nudges the door shut with a back pat of his foot and… great, he’s barely beyond the threshold and the annoyance is spiking. ]
Yeah.
[ thankfully, the call-back is brief enough that it can’t really carry his frustration into the other room. just -- what? who the hell else would it be? did keith have a key cut for his mystery man?
“maybe” serious his ass.
the apartment isn’t made for two people ( and certainly isn’t made for three, hmph ), so it doesn’t take any sort of guess work to figure out where keith is.
shiro’s an absolute mess; his head and hair are a complete mixture of red an’ green, with some streak marks across his eyes, his mouth where he’s clearly brushed his hand. neck, shoulders, upper torso are splattered as well, but the lower portion seemed to have fared much better. his emotions aren’t any less chaotic either. he’s frowning when he steps--barges into the bathroom, saddling up behind keith and eyeing him for one long moment in the reflection before-- ]
What are you doing with that?
[ some day, some way, he might be able to look back on this and find something funny in the absolute scandalous pitch of his voice. but right now, all he can process is: comb. the key was already a big deal, but keith detangling his rat’s nest for this guy coming over?
abort, abort
Yeah.
[ thankfully, the call-back is brief enough that it can’t really carry his frustration into the other room. just -- what? who the hell else would it be? did keith have a key cut for his mystery man?
“maybe” serious his ass.
the apartment isn’t made for two people ( and certainly isn’t made for three, hmph ), so it doesn’t take any sort of guess work to figure out where keith is.
shiro’s an absolute mess; his head and hair are a complete mixture of red an’ green, with some streak marks across his eyes, his mouth where he’s clearly brushed his hand. neck, shoulders, upper torso are splattered as well, but the lower portion seemed to have fared much better. his emotions aren’t any less chaotic either. he’s frowning when he steps--barges into the bathroom, saddling up behind keith and eyeing him for one long moment in the reflection before-- ]
What are you doing with that?
[ some day, some way, he might be able to look back on this and find something funny in the absolute scandalous pitch of his voice. but right now, all he can process is: comb. the key was already a big deal, but keith detangling his rat’s nest for this guy coming over?
fuck, maybe shiro doesn’t stand a chance. ]