[ alright. shiro underestimated the striking distance. his bad. more shocked than winded from that webbed kick-off, shiro watches part mesmerized as keith catapults, hits and… does not stick the landing. huh, so he’s just as acrobatic as a penguin. it’s almost impressive, save for the yell it rips from jamieson. ]
-- What the fuck? Stupid bird!
[ he does have a point. physically assaulting someone is stupid, keith, when they’ve done nothing other than shoot their shot at an uninterested party. so shiro may have apologized on keith’s behalf again. may have even offered some currents in compensation for the inconvenience. if jamieson had kept his cool.
but he didn’t. the words are barely out of the mailman’s mouth before his weight redistributes and he swings his leg back, going for the punt. but then shiro’s there, stepped over keith and in front, giving jamieson’s chest a hard, one-handed push. leg still cocked back, jamieson just barely catches himself with a quick fumble of steps, all of which leave him a good couple of feet into the corridor. ]
You should get going.
Shiro -- but --
Stick to the mailbox from now on. [ between the glare and the rejection, jamieson seems to think better of any argument and huffs through the annoyance, turning to limp toward the elevators. shiro watches him go for a few moments and then tips his head over an’ back, looking down at keith. he sighs, only to turn -- carefully, no need to knock his antlers into anything or worse, get stuck again -- and crouch down to keith’s level. ]
i'm surprised to hear you say that.
-- What the fuck? Stupid bird!
[ he does have a point. physically assaulting someone is stupid, keith, when they’ve done nothing other than shoot their shot at an uninterested party. so shiro may have apologized on keith’s behalf again. may have even offered some currents in compensation for the inconvenience. if jamieson had kept his cool.
but he didn’t. the words are barely out of the mailman’s mouth before his weight redistributes and he swings his leg back, going for the punt. but then shiro’s there, stepped over keith and in front, giving jamieson’s chest a hard, one-handed push. leg still cocked back, jamieson just barely catches himself with a quick fumble of steps, all of which leave him a good couple of feet into the corridor. ]
You should get going.
Shiro -- but --
Stick to the mailbox from now on. [ between the glare and the rejection, jamieson seems to think better of any argument and huffs through the annoyance, turning to limp toward the elevators. shiro watches him go for a few moments and then tips his head over an’ back, looking down at keith. he sighs, only to turn -- carefully, no need to knock his antlers into anything or worse, get stuck again -- and crouch down to keith’s level. ]
You okay?