[ today’s already a dumpster fire ok. shiro’s dealing with being a moos--caribou hybrid with marginal success. yelled obscenities from the bedroom do not help the headache he already has from balancing a rack of antlers. ]
-- Keith? [ of course he abandons the uncomfortable, lonely couch. fueled by curiosity and concern, his steps come quicker and… he forgets. he doesn’t shimmy sideways as he has been. he barrels straight for the doorway and then barrels straight into the doorway. or more specifically, the doorframe. the antlers pop, lock and drop wedge, ripping into the wooden frame to prevent shiro from pulling free when he tries a moment later.
another tug. another pull. a huff and his heels dig in with him trying to backtrack out the way he came and… nope. he pauses then and: ]
i can't believe this is game canon
-- Keith? [ of course he abandons the uncomfortable, lonely couch. fueled by curiosity and concern, his steps come quicker and… he forgets. he doesn’t shimmy sideways as he has been. he barrels straight for the doorway and then barrels straight into the doorway. or more specifically, the doorframe. the antlers pop, lock and
dropwedge, ripping into the wooden frame to prevent shiro from pulling free when he tries a moment later.another tug. another pull. a huff and his heels dig in with him trying to backtrack out the way he came and… nope. he pauses then and: ]
Uh… Keith? [ help. ]