[ there’s a certain ease to their affection now. of course, starting out with a preference for physical touch certainly helped in that regard, but it still feels like a newfound victory, to watch keith turn toward him so readily. so the cheeks keith’s gifting with kisses? round, chubby things, both exaggerated by the wide, wide grin that’s overtaking his mouth. it’s straight up goofy by the time keith pulls away, gaze bright with delight. ]
I feel luckier already.
[ he’s still got that ping pong in hand, rolling it once more, as he similarly gives his right shoulder a roll. it’s peacocking; like he’s putting on a show with the way he turns his face forward and lines up the shot. a breath, a cock back of his hand, and then a release to have the ping pong bouncing off the counter to go careening toward the layout of cups. it’s not skill that has it bouncing off one rim and it’s not luck that has the trajectory changing so impossibly toward another cup. it’s a straight up miracle.
the ping pong drops into the cup, seemingly not even grazing the sides on its way down. hot damn. it’s a red one, too. he doesn’t actually hear it clink the bottom over the stutter of his own breath, disbelief coloring his voice. ]
It worked? [ brain lags behind for one beat and then, abruptly, he visibly jerks with the straightening of his shoulders, his spine. his expression picks up too, just like the rest of him: his grin back and blinding in his utter excitement. ] It worked!
[ and then he turns on keith. he shoves the bucket into the crook of his other arm, just so he can grab at keith. he dips down with a bend of his knees and snags keith at the waist, lifting back to height and hauling keith along with him. keith’s legs go on for days, but those feet won’t be grazing the ground for a few ticks here, because shiro is laughing and hugging keith, one-armed, to his body. ]
We did it, baby! [ oh. wait. they’re not there yet. ] – Keith.
I AM NOT A SEAL. also, i'm still scarred by that animatronic.
I feel luckier already.
[ he’s still got that ping pong in hand, rolling it once more, as he similarly gives his right shoulder a roll. it’s peacocking; like he’s putting on a show with the way he turns his face forward and lines up the shot. a breath, a cock back of his hand, and then a release to have the ping pong bouncing off the counter to go careening toward the layout of cups. it’s not skill that has it bouncing off one rim and it’s not luck that has the trajectory changing so impossibly toward another cup. it’s a straight up miracle.
the ping pong drops into the cup, seemingly not even grazing the sides on its way down. hot damn. it’s a red one, too. he doesn’t actually hear it clink the bottom over the stutter of his own breath, disbelief coloring his voice. ]
It worked? [ brain lags behind for one beat and then, abruptly, he visibly jerks with the straightening of his shoulders, his spine. his expression picks up too, just like the rest of him: his grin back and blinding in his utter excitement. ] It worked!
[ and then he turns on keith. he shoves the bucket into the crook of his other arm, just so he can grab at keith. he dips down with a bend of his knees and snags keith at the waist, lifting back to height and hauling keith along with him. keith’s legs go on for days, but those feet won’t be grazing the ground for a few ticks here, because shiro is laughing and hugging keith, one-armed, to his body. ]
We did it, baby! [ oh. wait. they’re not there yet. ] – Keith.