[ deserved it, right, of course he deserved maiming for showing interest. shiro’s exasperated, but the ridiculousness isn’t lost on him either. everything about this is ludicrous. the antlers, the penguin, the crush, keith’s fucking squawking to his beak turned weapon… it sounds made up and yet here they are, sitting out the aftermath. shiro hates that a part of him is oddly amused. it helps in softening him, which in turn keeps him from launching into a lecture. no frown, no stern stare, nah, none of that. instead, shiro’s expression is relaxed. ]
I’m fine. [ his concern continues to remain on keith, mainly that beak that’s been getting a beating in the last few minutes. however, he does little other than a visual glance over. satisfied for the immediate moment, his attention returns to the still open door. he’s back on his feet and once they’re both out of the way, he closes the door.
he locks the deadbolt and there, finally, he sighs. ]
You know I would’ve told him no. [ the words lack the tone, the one that is shiro’s patented lecture voice. there’s no real desire to berate keith here. it’s only said as a reminder; a reassurance of sorts. he back steps and once he’s clear for the turn, he pivots back around to face keith, face dipped down toward him. ]
You didn’t have to hurl yourself at him. [ and hurt yourself is the part left unsaid. ]
you should. it wasn't midnight.
I’m fine. [ his concern continues to remain on keith, mainly that beak that’s been getting a beating in the last few minutes. however, he does little other than a visual glance over. satisfied for the immediate moment, his attention returns to the still open door. he’s back on his feet and once they’re both out of the way, he closes the door.
he locks the deadbolt and there, finally, he sighs. ]
You know I would’ve told him no. [ the words lack the tone, the one that is shiro’s patented lecture voice. there’s no real desire to berate keith here. it’s only said as a reminder; a reassurance of sorts. he back steps and once he’s clear for the turn, he pivots back around to face keith, face dipped down toward him. ]
You didn’t have to hurl yourself at him. [ and hurt yourself is the part left unsaid. ]