[ ah, fuck. mayday, mayday. houston, we have a problem. distantly, the warning bells are going off in his head and he knows he should backpedal like his life depends on it before this spirals. it’s a dumb argument to have when there’s no actual solution. but keith’s on his feet. hands balled, glare in place -- there’s the anger shiro needed. keith isn’t the only one with a shit sense of self-preservation. if anything, shiro has a sick fascination with choosing the when and how he goes down in flames. it’s inevitable anyway, right? might as well grab the wheel with both hands and control the crash.
chin dipped, he eyes keith from lowered, narrowed lashes and he scoffs, tipping his head up on the tailend of that sound. he rolls his eyes up toward the ceiling and adopts keith’s earlier stance of grumpy, crossed arms. ]
Right. You figured me out. [ that dismissive tone is back, both bitter and mocking. the whole problem started when keith brushed this off as a nothing. nothing to see here, nothing to think about, what happens, happens. no biggie? now keith makes it worse by dumbing down the argument into a question so idiotic that it’s actually insulting.
if keith doesn’t want to take this concern seriously, then fine, forget it. ] That’s what I think.
bc they're stupid...?
chin dipped, he eyes keith from lowered, narrowed lashes and he scoffs, tipping his head up on the tailend of that sound. he rolls his eyes up toward the ceiling and adopts keith’s earlier stance of grumpy, crossed arms. ]
Right. You figured me out. [ that dismissive tone is back, both bitter and mocking. the whole problem started when keith brushed this off as a nothing. nothing to see here, nothing to think about, what happens, happens. no biggie? now keith makes it worse by dumbing down the argument into a question so idiotic that it’s actually insulting.
if keith doesn’t want to take this concern seriously, then fine, forget it. ] That’s what I think.