[ No? Keith flinches reflexively, taking a step back like Shiro's pants have given him a first degree burn. Fuck. Why is he even surprised by another volatile mood change? He folds his arms, looking up sheepishly. ]
Oh.
[ What else is there to say to this? Seeing as Shiro is neither angry or lecherous or some ungodly combination of both, it seems safe to assume the powder has finally worn off, which can only be a good sign, but Keith can't actually bring himself to relax. He ought to be relieved, but he's uncertain and unwilling to let his guard down in case this is prelude to further blindsiding. He looks up uncertain, trying to ignore the way the bathroom somehow has gotten even more cramped now that there's some space between them.
At least going back to wanting the earth to swallow him whole is a familiar enough sentiment. Keith doesn't manage to hold eye contact long at all before the tiles suddenly become very interesting. ]
I was just .... [ trying to coax you into the shower to wash the powder off?? Is that even credible after what he'd just said about finding Shiro a lil mesmerizing? Fuck. How did he even get pushed into having to explain shit when it'd been Shiro that'd insisted on a shower together??
Keith's brow furrows, his own mood shifting with annoyance. Not quite at Shiro, but with this whole ridiculous situation. Of all the things that can force compelled behavior, they have to be fucking wary of powder now? Well shit. Good thing this crap didn't exist back home for the Galra to weaponize?? He looks up frowning, the nervous lilt to this tone now gone entirely. ]
I was trying to get you to wash the red and green stuff off. You didn't seem to want to unless it was together.
[ .... Actually maybe he should just stop fucking talking entirely now that he's kind of pissed. Keith takes another step back, gaze shifting to his boots. He could just grab those and make a beeline for the door. That sounds like a solid plan ]
bitchface meows loudly in the bg keith like GOTTA GO CAT MUST BE DYING
Oh.
[ What else is there to say to this? Seeing as Shiro is neither angry or lecherous or some ungodly combination of both, it seems safe to assume the powder has finally worn off, which can only be a good sign, but Keith can't actually bring himself to relax. He ought to be relieved, but he's uncertain and unwilling to let his guard down in case this is prelude to further blindsiding. He looks up uncertain, trying to ignore the way the bathroom somehow has gotten even more cramped now that there's some space between them.
At least going back to wanting the earth to swallow him whole is a familiar enough sentiment. Keith doesn't manage to hold eye contact long at all before the tiles suddenly become very interesting. ]
I was just .... [ trying to coax you into the shower to wash the powder off?? Is that even credible after what he'd just said about finding Shiro a lil mesmerizing? Fuck. How did he even get pushed into having to explain shit when it'd been Shiro that'd insisted on a shower together??
Keith's brow furrows, his own mood shifting with annoyance. Not quite at Shiro, but with this whole ridiculous situation. Of all the things that can force compelled behavior, they have to be fucking wary of powder now? Well shit. Good thing this crap didn't exist back home for the Galra to weaponize?? He looks up frowning, the nervous lilt to this tone now gone entirely. ]
I was trying to get you to wash the red and green stuff off. You didn't seem to want to unless it was together.
[ .... Actually maybe he should just stop fucking talking entirely now that he's kind of pissed. Keith takes another step back, gaze shifting to his boots. He could just grab those and make a beeline for the door. That sounds like a solid plan ]
You can wash up first. I'll leave you to it.