[ maybe he shouldn’t have said any of that. it’s just -- keith is honest and shiro hasn’t been. since that rendezvous on the roof, he’s been trying to be more mindful of his selective hearing. when keith opens up, shiro wants to be more apt to respond in kind, just so there aren’t misconstrued perceptions again and that they both know there’s mutual respect, acceptance an’ affection between them. though, is it truly necessary for him to punctuate the fact that hey, they’re both attractive? sounds stupid. it is stupid. not exactly something one casually throws at a best friend.
he can’t even fully blame the powder. that is what has been going on here, right? keith’s blue and shiro remembers how red an’ green his reflection looked. sumarlok is strange to say the least and with the weird things they’ve experienced already, some mind alerting powder isn’t beyond what is, unfortunately, possible. hell, they sure have their work cut out for them. the things keith said, what shiro said, what shiro did --
-- what keith is currently doing…?
shiro shakes free of the seemingly bottomless pit of worries and comes to with a noise dying in his throat. he snatches keith’s wrists, but doesn’t actually yank them away. his body freezes up on shock? horror? both? either way, he can’t will his muscles back into motion, only the few in his fingers to tighten a little more for a squeeze. ]
Uh… no.
[ he clears his throat, hoping to bring it back down to his usual pitch. is the powder still affecting keith? must be. it’s not like keith would be so bold as to take shiro’s pants off for him. ludicrous; that’s what this whole thing is. still, the admonishment doesn’t help much and his cheeks warm nonetheless, adding more to an already red splattered face. ]
she needs to come save them here too
he can’t even fully blame the powder. that is what has been going on here, right? keith’s blue and shiro remembers how red an’ green his reflection looked. sumarlok is strange to say the least and with the weird things they’ve experienced already, some mind alerting powder isn’t beyond what is, unfortunately, possible. hell, they sure have their work cut out for them. the things keith said, what shiro said, what shiro did --
-- what keith is currently doing…?
shiro shakes free of the seemingly bottomless pit of worries and comes to with a noise dying in his throat. he snatches keith’s wrists, but doesn’t actually yank them away. his body freezes up on shock? horror? both? either way, he can’t will his muscles back into motion, only the few in his fingers to tighten a little more for a squeeze. ]
Uh… no.
[ he clears his throat, hoping to bring it back down to his usual pitch. is the powder still affecting keith? must be. it’s not like keith would be so bold as to take shiro’s pants off for him. ludicrous; that’s what this whole thing is. still, the admonishment doesn’t help much and his cheeks warm nonetheless, adding more to an already red splattered face. ]
I don’t think that’s a good idea.