[ it’s not the reaction shiro anticipates, not that there is any cut and dry reaction for something like this. it’s just… sometimes he forgets how obscenely abnormal all of this is. it’s filthy and a little gross, yeah, to walk in on what is otherwise a private affair by earth standards, but they’ve been exposed to this sort of thing for nearly half a year now. the shock value isn’t anywhere near what it used to be, at least not for shiro, and that’s where the mistake lies: he forgets that his internalizing isn’t exactly normal either.
they were joking a moment ago. stilted and awkward, sure, but keith had even forced a smile and so, shiro, being the fool that he is, didn’t overanalyze it. idiot that he is was too busy thinking about a certain anonymous when he should have been putting every ounce of attention into taking care of his boyfriend. a boyfriend who was traumatized with forced sexual acts shortly after receiving his sentence.
shiro makes a joke about hoping they don’t have to participate to get out? what the fuck is wrong with him?
whether or not it’s the right thing to be doing now, when keith likely already feels cornered and claustrophobic, shiro can’t help the immediate step closer as he crowds in what he hopes is comforting. or at the very least, enough to block some of the scene around them. get him out. it quickly becomes the only thing in his head; a single goal that he is entirely willing to go down for. property destruction? yeah, sure, he’ll take a demerit for that. ]
Not before I punch a hole through it. [ and he takes keith’s hand in his again, loathing himself for ever having dropped it to begin with. he gives a tug as he walks ahead, full intention being to muscle his way through anyone who so much as wanders in their way. ] Come on.
[ it should have been fine. most everyone is occupied. a quicker step and maybe they would’ve made it, but shiro feels a backward tug that falters his stride and has him pausing, head quickly turning with a jerk to peer over his shoulder. a man, knelt on the floor with his shirt bunched up to his armpits and residue on her lips, has a hand outstretched and fisted in keith’s pantleg. ]
x:<
they were joking a moment ago. stilted and awkward, sure, but keith had even forced a smile and so, shiro, being the fool that he is, didn’t overanalyze it. idiot that he is was too busy thinking about a certain anonymous when he should have been putting every ounce of attention into taking care of his boyfriend. a boyfriend who was traumatized with forced sexual acts shortly after receiving his sentence.
shiro makes a joke about hoping they don’t have to participate to get out? what the fuck is wrong with him?
whether or not it’s the right thing to be doing now, when keith likely already feels cornered and claustrophobic, shiro can’t help the immediate step closer as he crowds in what he hopes is comforting. or at the very least, enough to block some of the scene around them. get him out. it quickly becomes the only thing in his head; a single goal that he is entirely willing to go down for. property destruction? yeah, sure, he’ll take a demerit for that. ]
Not before I punch a hole through it. [ and he takes keith’s hand in his again, loathing himself for ever having dropped it to begin with. he gives a tug as he walks ahead, full intention being to muscle his way through anyone who so much as wanders in their way. ] Come on.
[ it should have been fine. most everyone is occupied. a quicker step and maybe they would’ve made it, but shiro feels a backward tug that falters his stride and has him pausing, head quickly turning with a jerk to peer over his shoulder. a man, knelt on the floor with his shirt bunched up to his armpits and residue on her lips, has a hand outstretched and fisted in keith’s pantleg. ]
Is yours as big, sweetcheeks?
[ his gaze gives an appraising look to mr. bii-boh-bi, then back to keith. ]
Which door are you pickin’? I gotta know.