[ And while Keith is mentally scrambling to try and get his thoughts sorted, those are Shiro's hands on his ass just casually adding another five questions to the bottomless pit. His face starts heating up, autonomic nervous system seemingly quicker on the uptake on how to react than the rest of him, but before long he's back on his feet and being directed towards the shower.
If only his head wasn't giving him garbled radio silence as feedback. On the one hand, he remembers the goddamn texts, on the other hand ther is no way in hell he's about to try and unpack any of the last half hour of his life while Shiro's got him pressed close. Hell, his heart is still pounding hard, though Keith isn't even sure for what reason anymore. ]
...we?
[ His voice comes out quieter and pitched higher than it should. The implications of the "we" don't even register right away, still hung up on the ghost of Shiro's face pressed up close to his, their bodies intertwined. His cheeks get warmer as he's marched right up to the edge of the bath, which all but guarantees he'll be looking at anything but Shiro for the next couple of ticks. Shampoo. Body wash. Yes, good neutral objects to hold his focus.... until: ]
Wait. Together?
[ Keith comes to a stop then, trying to shake off whatever lingering thrum their uh... interactions have left. That's just the powder talking, right? He looks up at Shiro, not startled exactly, but concerned. Yes, he'll just redirect a burgeoning panic into concern for Shiro. That's nice and easy. ]
i see you want to give them BOTH a heart attack
If only his head wasn't giving him garbled radio silence as feedback. On the one hand, he remembers the goddamn texts, on the other hand ther is no way in hell he's about to try and unpack any of the last half hour of his life while Shiro's got him pressed close. Hell, his heart is still pounding hard, though Keith isn't even sure for what reason anymore. ]
...we?
[ His voice comes out quieter and pitched higher than it should. The implications of the "we" don't even register right away, still hung up on the ghost of Shiro's face pressed up close to his, their bodies intertwined. His cheeks get warmer as he's marched right up to the edge of the bath, which all but guarantees he'll be looking at anything but Shiro for the next couple of ticks. Shampoo. Body wash. Yes, good neutral objects to hold his focus.... until: ]
Wait. Together?
[ Keith comes to a stop then, trying to shake off whatever lingering thrum their uh... interactions have left. That's just the powder talking, right? He looks up at Shiro, not startled exactly, but concerned. Yes, he'll just redirect a burgeoning panic into concern for Shiro. That's nice and easy. ]
You sure about that?