[ keith knows him all too well. it’s a pleasing thought, though not one that shiro embraces with a smile. instead, he exaggerates a huff to the nudge and makes a face at the mere suggestion that he, takashi shirogane, would be the party pooper sulking in the corner. pouting about it now isn’t exactly helping his case though, huh?
catching that late, he makes up for it by relaxing his left shoulder, to tip the bucket toward keith’s hand. a lot of good that does him. he’s right back to scrunching up his brows, his nose, his mouth, a sour, forlorn sort of noise reverberating in the back of his throat. no. no. that can’t be the key to winning this game… right? he finds himself staring at the ping pong in keith’s hand, before he looks the one in his own, rolling it back and forth between fingers and thumb. ]
I like balls, but I’m not sucking on these, if that’s what you’re getting at.
he's so UNSURE also this is the shortest tag i've ever written who am i
catching that late, he makes up for it by relaxing his left shoulder, to tip the bucket toward keith’s hand. a lot of good that does him. he’s right back to scrunching up his brows, his nose, his mouth, a sour, forlorn sort of noise reverberating in the back of his throat. no. no. that can’t be the key to winning this game… right? he finds himself staring at the ping pong in keith’s hand, before he looks the one in his own, rolling it back and forth between fingers and thumb. ]
I like balls, but I’m not sucking on these, if that’s what you’re getting at.