[ there is so much to process here. keith’s detailed the wolf in typical keith fashion, so shiro has a semi clear idea of what he should be picturing. because he’s unoriginal, he mostly ends up with the american grey wolf nestled behind keith, eyeing anyone or anything that dares too close. he finds it… sweet? in a way? cute, maybe, if he ignores the fact that it’s a wild space predator. how domesticated can it actually be?
as domesticated as keith is? he makes a rough, amused sound in his throat as the knife is tossed. right, no wonder keith and the wolf got along so well.
he makes another sound, softer this time, more contemplative. they keep circling the same thing and getting nowhere because of it: i’ll do what you want. the accommodating nature is touching, yet frustrating, only in that they’re manufacturing this feeling of walking on eggshells. so, shiro abruptly gives up on it. ]
This is comfortable.
[ is it precisely what he wants? not exactly. he’s bordering the edge, knees of his bent legs edging off if it. still not the most uncomfortable sleep he’ll have ever had, if he sleeps. he wonders if he should tell keith that he has trouble sleeping and doesn’t often go without waking or having a fit of bad dreams. no. he can see how that conversation would go and he doesn’t want to drag the mood down again, this time with a pity party. so he shoves his hand underneath the pillow and firms it up as he nestles his head fully into it. ]
imagine him having that sign and keith being like, holepuncher...? shiro: /sweats
as domesticated as keith is? he makes a rough, amused sound in his throat as the knife is tossed. right, no wonder keith and the wolf got along so well.
he makes another sound, softer this time, more contemplative. they keep circling the same thing and getting nowhere because of it: i’ll do what you want. the accommodating nature is touching, yet frustrating, only in that they’re manufacturing this feeling of walking on eggshells. so, shiro abruptly gives up on it. ]
This is comfortable.
[ is it precisely what he wants? not exactly. he’s bordering the edge, knees of his bent legs edging off if it. still not the most uncomfortable sleep he’ll have ever had, if he sleeps. he wonders if he should tell keith that he has trouble sleeping and doesn’t often go without waking or having a fit of bad dreams. no. he can see how that conversation would go and he doesn’t want to drag the mood down again, this time with a pity party. so he shoves his hand underneath the pillow and firms it up as he nestles his head fully into it. ]