[ shiro plays the part of the doting boyfriend extremely well. after folding up keith’s abandoned clothes and setting them safely aside, shiro goes about getting ready for his front row seat of some showboating he knows is coming. boots off, socks off, pant legs rolled up mid-calf and sitting as close to the lake’s edge as he can without water seeping into his pants’ seat, shiro leans back on his palms set behind himself, simply waiting for any glimpse of black an’ white. he smiles as keith bobs on by and gives a scandalized yelp to that splash of water. truthfully, the only casualty is the bottom half of his pants, but even then, it’s mere drops. still, he plays it up by shouting a hey that’s just as soon riddled with laughter.
and then keith is gone… for awhile.
initially, he doesn’t think much of it. keith’s exploring and having fun; shiro wouldn’t even be surprised if he’s racing from one edge of the lake to the other, just to time himself for some arbitrary sense of beating a record. but even as he strains his eyes and scans the surface, he doesn’t see any hint of a mullet anywhere. how long can penguins hold their breath underwater? shocker -- shiro doesn’t know much of anything about penguins. he assumes its got to be for a good chunk of time and yet, the longer he doesn’t see keith or hear him in his head…
he’s just beginning to consider drenching himself to… what? go looking for him? when there’s an excited shiro sounding off. immediately, he feels ridiculous for being even the slightest bit worried, but he sighs in relief anyway, fixing a smile to his face right before keith breaks the surface. ]
Okay, okay… closing them.
[ and look, both closed and left hand extended, just as ordered. it’s right around then that he thinks, oh, he actually meant it about getting him something. shiro thought that was simply a throwaway tease but now there’s something smooth and cool in his palm, and when he opens his eyes, he finds… a rock? he tilts his head and brings his other hand up, twirling the rock between his fingertips. one beat and then he glances over to keith, seeing him puffed up and waiting and… -- oh. getting the drift that he’s supposed to be reacting with more enthusiasm, rather than with a befuddled look on his face, shiro grins and looks again to the very thoughtful and very cool gift. ]
Oh wow. That’s pretty. Look how it catches the light…
[ it isn’t all feigned. it is pretty. and it’s from keith, so rock or not, there’s value in it from that fact alone. wordlessly, he holds out his right hand, wriggling his fingers in a come here, all the while saying: ]
watch it, i just might.
and then keith is gone… for awhile.
initially, he doesn’t think much of it. keith’s exploring and having fun; shiro wouldn’t even be surprised if he’s racing from one edge of the lake to the other, just to time himself for some arbitrary sense of beating a record. but even as he strains his eyes and scans the surface, he doesn’t see any hint of a mullet anywhere. how long can penguins hold their breath underwater? shocker -- shiro doesn’t know much of anything about penguins. he assumes its got to be for a good chunk of time and yet, the longer he doesn’t see keith or hear him in his head…
he’s just beginning to consider drenching himself to… what? go looking for him? when there’s an excited shiro sounding off. immediately, he feels ridiculous for being even the slightest bit worried, but he sighs in relief anyway, fixing a smile to his face right before keith breaks the surface. ]
Okay, okay… closing them.
[ and look, both closed and left hand extended, just as ordered. it’s right around then that he thinks, oh, he actually meant it about getting him something. shiro thought that was simply a throwaway tease but now there’s something smooth and cool in his palm, and when he opens his eyes, he finds… a rock? he tilts his head and brings his other hand up, twirling the rock between his fingertips. one beat and then he glances over to keith, seeing him puffed up and waiting and… -- oh. getting the drift that he’s supposed to be reacting with more enthusiasm, rather than with a befuddled look on his face, shiro grins and looks again to the very thoughtful and very cool gift. ]
Oh wow. That’s pretty. Look how it catches the light…
[ it isn’t all feigned. it is pretty. and it’s from keith, so rock or not, there’s value in it from that fact alone. wordlessly, he holds out his right hand, wriggling his fingers in a come here, all the while saying: ]
Thank you. I love it.