earthshine | ⊚ noctium ic contact.

[ squint.

doublecheck. triplecheck. quadrupl--okay, enough. the text exists. ]

Hi?

[ There's a several minute delay before Shiro gets another response. Rest assured, Keith spent much of that time willing the planet to swallow him whole. ]

sorry
didn't mean to send that to you

[ oh. haha. autocorrect can be a trickster.
not that shiro can even work out what the original text was supposed to be.
but.

autocorrect must've come into play somehow because keith says he didn’t mean to send that message.

to
him

to him.

-- wait. ]

[ thumbs up a tiny bit so the 🍑🍆 at center.
long stare.

surely not??? ]

I don’t understand.

[ pls explain wtf is happening here. ]

[ Jesus why is there a follow up anything.... ]

what do you need to understand exactly?

[ article four, subsection c of best friend forever contract:
”as the designated bff, must ensure 🍑 and 🍆 emoticons are not used loosely or frivolously”

that’s why. ]

Was that meant for someone else then?

[ Where's Malachite to end the world when you actually want them to do it, huh? What even is the correct answer to this? Surely, it's not the one that makes things awkward, right? ]

does that really matter?

[ Just buying himself a few more seconds to think this over. ]

[ no
yes?
no.

huffs, pausing right there on the sidewalk, inattentive to the way some natives are forced to sidestep around him. ]

I guess not.

[ RELIEF. Keith huffs out a sigh, now that the inquisition is seemingly over. ]

alright

[ Though, reading over the message again.... ]

you're not mad, are you?

Why would I be mad?

[ lookie, shiro’s turn for an evasive question. ]

[ The lack of any kind of tone on text messages is actual murder. Was the weird "I guess not" only weird in his head then?? Slowly but surely, Keith is starting to feel like he's slipping into some bizarro reality. ]

i don't know?
i think i'm just making it weird now
sorry. didn't mean to

[ ping. this is spiraling. it doesn’t take a genius to piece it together. that text was a misfire; meant for someone else. and keith doesn’t want to tell him.

which is fine.
ping.
keith can do whatever he wants. whoever he wants.

ugh.
the thought has him looking up. up ahead, there’s a cloud of -- rainbow? kids are laughing, running amongst a crowd and shiro thinks, huh, so that’s the rag'nbogi hub-bub he’s been hearing about?

ping.

ah, well, attention drops back to the phone on the third text. ]

You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not my business.

[ Keith doesn't reply to this right away. Despite what Shiro's saying, it still feels like this convo took a strange turn somewhere because he hadn't wanted to explain why getting hit with bluepowder had immediately made him send Shiro a mortifying message. His brow furrows, but hearing more cheers headed his way, he decides that the air is probably safer and flies straight up to the nearest rooftop. He takes a seat, letting his legs dangle over the edge. ]

it's just embarrassing is all

[ and what has happened in the timeframe between shiro’s last text and keith finding his way to a nearby rooftop?

green. a lot of green.

shiro coughs on it, rubbing at his eyes and then blinking rapidly to dislodge the powder clinging to his eyelashes. god damn children. if they weren’t already running off to harass their next victim, shiro would…

probably do nothing. because his focus shifts and he has something far more pressing to attend to than disciplining some hooligans. ]

It’s fine.

[ it’s not. he glares at those two words, half-hoping keith reads between the lines. ]

So did you resend it?

[ Ugh. why did he let himself get lulled into thinking they could move on and talk about something else? Keith scrubs his hand down his face. He gives the brick wall a slightly petulant kick. He'll regret doing that in a minute because the thump makes a native gem pop their head out of a window to look up and then mysteriously retreat. ]

you really think that's a good idea?

[ petulant, shiro leaves keith on read. how that’s supposed to punish keith, shiro doesn’t know, but it makes him feel better. as though he has some sort of control here.

in the meantime, he ducks into an alcove of a nearby shop. tiny, makeshift, almost garden area -- the most important detail is that it’s empty. and off the main thoroughfare. ]

Why are you asking me? You thought a booty call was a great idea until a couple minutes ago.

[ Keith reads that message, horrified. It's bad enough that Allura thinks he's flirting with her, he can't handle Shiro assuming this about him anymore. But as he's about to just fess up, the door to the roof slams open from behind him and the kids from downstairs come running up armed with horns and shimmering powder.

Startled, Keith damn near falls off the roof. Maybe that would have been better overall, actually, because there's blue powder being thrown at him. The kids scurry off giggling, while Keith gets the stuff off his face.

Goddamn. He should really just be going home since apparently nowhere is safe, But his mood's taken another twist, another turn and he re-reads the message with a grin. ]

heh. you're right. i guess i shouldn't give up on that so quickly
thanks for the encouragement 😘

Edited 2021-03-11 06:03 (UTC)

[ now shiro’s the one left on read. lips press tight and then he’s pouting, glaring at the little shrub in a square cut-out of grass. another five seconds pass without a ping and shiro loses it, kicking at that shrubbery.

though, when the ping finally comes? the jealousy flares hotter, churning dangerously with frustration, disappointment, sadness…?

yeah. that stings in a way shiro can’t explain when his head is so muddled. ]

Right. Good luck with your guy I guess.

[ send and now he’s half tempted to stomp on the shrub. ]

[ Shiro can't see it obviously, but the response makes Keith laugh. There are bigger priorities here, like getting the fuck off the roof before the kids get bored again or whatever, but he's enjoying this convo a little too much to care. ]

thanks
hope it's not weird that you know my guy pretty well

[ what
the
hell?

he personally knows keith’s booty call? that’s it -- shrub, you’re dead. ]

Clearly not as well as you do.

[ why yes, now shiro is standing on top of the shrub, its tiny branches flattened an’ spread under the weight of his boots. ]

[ This poor shrub did nothing wrong, and Keith is unwittingly encouraging its demise. Oh well. Keith gets to his feet, eyeing the drop down from the roof back to the street below. ]

i don't know about that
you two are pretty close from what i can tell

[ ah fuck. that’s the only bit of warning shiro is allowed when a hoard of terrorizers round into his safe haven. there’s an uproar of hollering, heckling and screeching laughter.

it’s a bloodbath of red.

the wall behind shiro is splattered with powder. the murdered shrub is too. again, shiro breathes too much of it in and ends up coughing on it. he opens his eyes and feels… unbalanced. sweet, yet sour. warm on intent, yet steely cold from jealous disappointment.

he tightens his grip, the phone’s casing giving one ominous creak. ]

No. We aren’t. Anyone who knows me would realize I don’t share.

[ best... friends? there's more to it than that. clearly. shiro doesn't refute it in the moment, although he doesn't label it either. all he knows is keith and him belong together, as friends, as allies, as -- whatever. and whoever this usurper is, needs to gtfo. ]

[ Huh. Okay, that's new. "I don't share: is a pretty far cry from "It's none of my business" and the difference has even Keith, riding high on a whimsical mood as he is, staring at his phone for an extra beat. A light breeze sends an abandoned horn rolling into his ankle and he picks it up almost absent mindedly as he considers the shift in attitude.

Well. Can't say he dislikes it, so that's easy enough. Shiro's been a friend for lots of people, but of course Keith likes to think that what they have goes above and beyond that. A brother? Best friend? Neither of those things sit quite right, though he'll go word hunting later. Right now, there's a bit of tantalizing potential in this that Keith wants to prod at. ]

oh? you want to make me yours?

[ The more he mulls the words over, the more it seems to click neatly into place. He'll have to put a pin in that one. ]

[ it’s like an itch he can’t scratch. no, better yet, it’s like his skin is too tight and he can’t relax. the agitation builds and there isn’t an outlet to expend the energy that has his fingers flexing an’ his feet pacing. back an’ forth, he paces in that cut-out between shops and stares at the tiny screen until the next text comes through.

initially, his feet still and he pauses there, just long enough to drag his voice low on a displeased sound. a growl? if shiro had the capability to be embarrassed by himself, he surely would be, but instead, he’s too distracted on the venehement you’re already mine.

is he though? truly?

shiro picks up his pacing again. no, he’s not. shiro’s been confusing and their unbreakable team dynamic has suffered in the wake. no wonder keith’s gone searching outside their partnership for distraction, attention, companionship. hmph. apparently, shiro’s company isn’t fulfilling enough to sate keith’s baser instincts. ]

Yeah. You’re gonna be mine.

[ the focus of his jealousy twists and it becomes volatile under the strain of frustrated passion. he’s mad suddenly, not at the mysterious rival but at keith himself. how dare he be there when he should be here. ]

When I’m through with you, you’ll forget all about this other guy.

[ It ought to be hilarious that Shiro hasn't worked out who said "other guy" is yet, but the...threat? promise? both?? dilutes the amusement with a curious tingle that runs straight down Keith's spine. The day spent at Filia bubbles back up to surface as it occasionally does when Keith lets his thoughts drift too much at night when there aren't any other distractions around.

In some way, maybe this whole conversation is just following the natural entropy of their relationship. Put that way, it seems absurd to question it. Futile, even. Especially when he believes 100% that Shiro can and would make good on those words. ]

you think so?
i was gonna rendezvous with him at the apartment in a bit but maybe you should come back now so i can introduce you

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