[ … though, on second thought, why is he so concerned about a comb? keith’s blue. meaning he’s not exactly cleaning up for this guy. and look at that, keith abandons whatever meager freshening he’s doing to instead look at shiro and touch shiro’s cheek. ha! shiro: 1. usurper: 0.
the attention settles the rattling in his skull and the aggression tempers. green still colors his emotions, just as red seeps in at the edges, but for the first time in a long while, shiro doesn’t feel like he’s on the brink of losing it. of losing keith, either.
he breathes deep and then exhales slow on a: ]
No.
[ there’s nothing remarkable about the bathroom. the make of it is small with one body, but with two standing inside, it’s cramped, especially when one of those bodies comes with shiro’s wide set of shoulders. it puts them closer to one another. he burns hotter then, knowing there’s so little space between them and thinking in the same breath, that it’s still too much. shoot his shot? he huffs on the reminder and steps forward. ]
Just -- people. Too many people.
[ galra metal goes to the countertop and grips at the lip, flesh hand hooking around keith’s waistline. palm presses to his lower belly and shiro takes another step. two. he bumps his pelvis to keith’s backside and settles in with a slight bend, the whole of him crowding into keith’s space. he drops his face into the mess of black an’ blue, nosing at his ear. ]
i can already see it. this comb thing is going to become a joke, just like the gills
the attention settles the rattling in his skull and the aggression tempers. green still colors his emotions, just as red seeps in at the edges, but for the first time in a long while, shiro doesn’t feel like he’s on the brink of losing it. of losing keith, either.
he breathes deep and then exhales slow on a: ]
No.
[ there’s nothing remarkable about the bathroom. the make of it is small with one body, but with two standing inside, it’s cramped, especially when one of those bodies comes with shiro’s wide set of shoulders. it puts them closer to one another. he burns hotter then, knowing there’s so little space between them and thinking in the same breath, that it’s still too much. shoot his shot? he huffs on the reminder and steps forward. ]
Just -- people. Too many people.
[ galra metal goes to the countertop and grips at the lip, flesh hand hooking around keith’s waistline. palm presses to his lower belly and shiro takes another step. two. he bumps his pelvis to keith’s backside and settles in with a slight bend, the whole of him crowding into keith’s space. he drops his face into the mess of black an’ blue, nosing at his ear. ]
Made it harder to get back to you.