[ keith can’t feed himself? shiro’s already worked that out in his head: he’ll handle the utensil. it’s only after he’s set the cup down, taken the fork in hand and spun noodles around it that he realizes that, wait no, this doesn’t work. keith will still be touching the fork, just with his mouth instead of his hand. will he still burn? if so… he’s going to have to rethink some upcoming meals. fuck, wait – they can eat, can’t they? or does food itself burn?
shiro’s frown deepens as keith tests the cup and then he’s right onto a wince tied to a sympathetic look. keith starts explaining then and shiro’s listening, all the while slow spinning the fork to slosh the noodles around and around. nothing of what he’s hearing is funny. it’s a serious matter that requires some serious consideration – as well as a failsafe plan if the worst is meant to happen – but lance is brought into it and all of a sudden, the mood shifts, if only for a few moments.
shiro laughs: short and huffy, his mouth twisted up on a grin. ]
Come on, give yourself some credit. You’re not that bad.
[ though, perhaps shiro shouldn’t be cutting keith such slack. this is the same boy who used to hoard those stories of bigfoot and the chupacabra and mothman. if keith swore by those and is now swearing by a vengeful ghost wanting to do a bit of haunting…
it’s difficult though, to dismiss any of this as too far-fetched to be possible. afterall – ]
Look at everything we’ve been through in the past months… and not just here, either. A ghost story come to life isn’t the weirdest thing to happen to us.
[ he lifts the fork and without further ado, feeds it into his own mouth. a touch warm but definitely not burning. good; should be clear for keith, too. he chews through and by the swallow, he reconsiders his current brand of reassurance. once again gathering noodles onto the fork, he eases into a smile that reads more sheepish. ]
… I can’t tell if I’m making you feel better or worse.
[ because, by saying he’s not crazy – or hyper-imaginative like lance – he’s also saying the ghost threat is real. so would keith feel better being crazy or hunted? either way, open up, because shiro lifts the noodle laden fork up in offer. ]
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shiro’s frown deepens as keith tests the cup and then he’s right onto a wince tied to a sympathetic look. keith starts explaining then and shiro’s listening, all the while slow spinning the fork to slosh the noodles around and around. nothing of what he’s hearing is funny. it’s a serious matter that requires some serious consideration – as well as a failsafe plan if the worst is meant to happen – but lance is brought into it and all of a sudden, the mood shifts, if only for a few moments.
shiro laughs: short and huffy, his mouth twisted up on a grin. ]
Come on, give yourself some credit. You’re not that bad.
[ though, perhaps shiro shouldn’t be cutting keith such slack. this is the same boy who used to hoard those stories of bigfoot and the chupacabra and mothman. if keith swore by those and is now swearing by a vengeful ghost wanting to do a bit of haunting…
it’s difficult though, to dismiss any of this as too far-fetched to be possible. afterall – ]
Look at everything we’ve been through in the past months… and not just here, either. A ghost story come to life isn’t the weirdest thing to happen to us.
[ he lifts the fork and without further ado, feeds it into his own mouth. a touch warm but definitely not burning. good; should be clear for keith, too. he chews through and by the swallow, he reconsiders his current brand of reassurance. once again gathering noodles onto the fork, he eases into a smile that reads more sheepish. ]
… I can’t tell if I’m making you feel better or worse.
[ because, by saying he’s not crazy – or hyper-imaginative like lance – he’s also saying the ghost threat is real. so would keith feel better being crazy or hunted? either way, open up, because shiro lifts the noodle laden fork up in offer. ]