[ of course keith would take to the aerial acrobatics. it’s nothing like sitting in a cockpit and taking control of an aircraft, but airborne and free -- that’s what has shiro finding some commonality. there’s always been something special to keith’s flying: impressive from the start and downright mesmerizing by the end. here is much the same. shiro smiles and gawks and doesn’t hide any bit of it, openly watching all the way to the emerald park lake and even from the ice-cream stand. well on their way to summer, the day is warm, only made hotter by an unobscured sun. so a tasty, ice-cold treat? seems like a good idea -- one that will definitely not backfire in any way, shape or form.
right?
the stand only sells one type. it’s a colorful thing. shiro isn’t exactly sure what the flavor is, but he orders two before transferring over the appropriate currents. soon enough, he has one in each hand as he makes his way over to a now settled keith.
he smiles to keith’s antics and can’t help laughing softly right along with him. ] I guess I can help you out. [ the exasperation is feigned, obviously so, especially with the way he hasn’t stopped smiling. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t be bothered to hold a popsicle for a few minutes? a bad one, that’s what.
carefully, he lowers himself to the ground in front of keith, flopping down on his bottom with those last few inches. not the most graceful but being without the use of one’s hands will do that to a person. he grins nonetheless and angles his arm, holding the popsicle close enough for keith to reach. ] Just be mindful of the drips, pretty warm out here.
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right?
the stand only sells one type. it’s a colorful thing. shiro isn’t exactly sure what the flavor is, but he orders two before transferring over the appropriate currents. soon enough, he has one in each hand as he makes his way over to a now settled keith.
he smiles to keith’s antics and can’t help laughing softly right along with him. ] I guess I can help you out. [ the exasperation is feigned, obviously so, especially with the way he hasn’t stopped smiling. what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t be bothered to hold a popsicle for a few minutes? a bad one, that’s what.
carefully, he lowers himself to the ground in front of keith, flopping down on his bottom with those last few inches. not the most graceful but being without the use of one’s hands will do that to a person. he grins nonetheless and angles his arm, holding the popsicle close enough for keith to reach. ] Just be mindful of the drips, pretty warm out here.