[ shiro’s listening, of course he is, but while he registers everything keith is saying, his attention is split. it’s just -- it’s kind of fascinating to watch keith fiddle around with the popsicle. being without hands calls for some hefty improvising; shiro gets that. but, uh, okay? keith’s pretty good with his mouth. shiro’s hopeless and takes the directional hints to reposition the popsicle. by the end of it, a good portion of the popsicle is missing and well… is it weird that he’s somewhat disappointed by that?
of course, with keith’s promise for next time hanging between them… that disappointment is a barely felt thing. his face warms and that’s what has him remembering the melting popsicle in his other hand. he licks at it, just needing something to cool the flush heating from his cheeks to his ears. it doesn’t help much at all. ]
I might have something in mind… [ and judging by the way keith took the popsicle earlier, he can probably handle this certain something. with that thought, he licks again at his popsicle, soon chewing at orange -- getting most of it, but a small portion of it falling to the grass. oops? ]
maybe shiro's the one mistaking hate with thirst :/
of course, with keith’s promise for next time hanging between them… that disappointment is a barely felt thing. his face warms and that’s what has him remembering the melting popsicle in his other hand. he licks at it, just needing something to cool the flush heating from his cheeks to his ears. it doesn’t help much at all. ]
I might have something in mind… [ and judging by the way keith took the popsicle earlier, he can probably handle this certain something. with that thought, he licks again at his popsicle, soon chewing at orange -- getting most of it, but a small portion of it falling to the grass. oops? ]