[ One moment Keith is frowning, fighting his way through a tangle, the next Shiro bursts into the bathroom looking like he's had a brawl with a watermelon. Keith has no right to laugh, considering his look ain't much better, but he blinks a little owlishly at the colorful intrusion. The weirdly hostile question only adds to his confusion, which is why his initial response is exceptionally well spoken. ]
Uh... [ No really, what. Expectation: a playful Shiro, Reality: whatever the fuck this is???? What is this even about? The comb??? That can't be right -- can it? He gestures at it tentatively, clearly expecting to be wrong: ] ... you mean this?
[ .... Wait, no. Rather than have a conversation with Shiro's reflection in the mirror, he twists a little to look behind him, free hand reaching up to brush a splattering of red powder off of Shiro's cheek. ]
I can't believe this
Uh... [ No really, what. Expectation: a playful Shiro, Reality: whatever the fuck this is???? What is this even about? The comb??? That can't be right -- can it? He gestures at it tentatively, clearly expecting to be wrong: ] ... you mean this?
[ .... Wait, no. Rather than have a conversation with Shiro's reflection in the mirror, he twists a little to look behind him, free hand reaching up to brush a splattering of red powder off of Shiro's cheek. ]
Did something bad happen on the way home?