[ … seriously, keith? this is not the time to start texting the boy toy. especially in the wake of a grind that has shiro’s stomach looping and toes curling. pay attention to me shiro thinks; only me. but the phone is already in keith’s hand. being forced to watch keith’s face light up on a smile, dumps a canister of fuel on shiro’s ire. pettiness urges him to snatch the phone, to maybe even crush it in a flash of purple light. he’s already murdered a shrub and a bird bath, why not add a phone to that list?
because it’s keith’s.
even annoyed as he is, he’s more bark than bite. he can’t actually bring himself to overstep that boundary and force keith to stop pursuing whatever with whoever.
ten seconds later, it doesn’t matter anyway. a familiar ping comes from his pocket and -- well, if this is the designated time for cells, guess it isn’t wrong of shiro to check his, yeah? he hesitates nonetheless, eyeing the almost self-satisfied look about keith. there’s something distinctly suspicious here but shiro fishes his cell out and opens the notification.
blink. squint. stare.
he drags his gaze up and finds keith’s. slowly, his expression collapses in on itself and he’s frowning then, looking lost, confused. ]
But you said…
[ what had keith said? shiro isn’t sure anymore. but the frown relaxes some, tentative hope seeping in. the line is familiar. it’s just like the first one -- the one that keith hadn’t meant to send to him. but this one he sent with intent and shiro’s beginning to suspect he may have misread the situation. ]
... sigh. istg that song better not inspire a shiro fanclub.
because it’s keith’s.
even annoyed as he is, he’s more bark than bite. he can’t actually bring himself to overstep that boundary and force keith to stop pursuing whatever with whoever.
ten seconds later, it doesn’t matter anyway. a familiar ping comes from his pocket and -- well, if this is the designated time for cells, guess it isn’t wrong of shiro to check his, yeah? he hesitates nonetheless, eyeing the almost self-satisfied look about keith. there’s something distinctly suspicious here but shiro fishes his cell out and opens the notification.
blink. squint. stare.
he drags his gaze up and finds keith’s. slowly, his expression collapses in on itself and he’s frowning then, looking lost, confused. ]
But you said…
[ what had keith said? shiro isn’t sure anymore. but the frown relaxes some, tentative hope seeping in. the line is familiar. it’s just like the first one -- the one that keith hadn’t meant to send to him. but this one he sent with intent and shiro’s beginning to suspect he may have misread the situation. ]
I’m babe?