[ he entertains the idea of continuing on to tuck the blanket all the way down to keith’s heels, but he gives up after two more tucks, that end somewhere around keith’s wrists. hungry? for a split second, he has the irrational feeling of guilt. he’s not sure when keith last ate but considering all that happened, he’s certain he skipped dinner. so should shiro run an errand…?
the question has hardly formed and certainly hasn’t been answered by the time he shifts his gaze to keith’s face. seeing the affection there eases that sudden bit of tension and then he’s piggybacking on the joke, clicking his tongue. ]
Hey, no.
[ blanket abandoned, shiro’s got two free hands; look out. he’ll only be using one though, his left, to push his palm flat to the top of keith’s head and fan his fingers out to tangle and ruffle keith’s hair to oblivion. ]
Get those thoughts outta your head.
[ he gives keith’s hair another two ticks of destruction, just to thoroughly pulverize the thought out of his brain, before he relaxes and lets go. he’s grinning wide and shittily by the end of it, voice light. ]
no subject
the question has hardly formed and certainly hasn’t been answered by the time he shifts his gaze to keith’s face. seeing the affection there eases that sudden bit of tension and then he’s piggybacking on the joke, clicking his tongue. ]
Hey, no.
[ blanket abandoned, shiro’s got two free hands; look out. he’ll only be using one though, his left, to push his palm flat to the top of keith’s head and fan his fingers out to tangle and ruffle keith’s hair to oblivion. ]
Get those thoughts outta your head.
[ he gives keith’s hair another two ticks of destruction, just to thoroughly pulverize the thought out of his brain, before he relaxes and lets go. he’s grinning wide and shittily by the end of it, voice light. ]
We can pilfer dietary tomorrow. Sleep now.