[ oh, what? this is a… – of course, it’s a dick. once he sees it, he can’t unsee it, and all at once, he’s mentally giving himself a slap. how did he not realize that sooner? it’s so obvious. unnerving, too, because now he’s staring down at a plush, fuzzy dick that is staring back at him. there’s a trash bin at the bottom of the ramp; would keith mind if shiro dumped this guy in it? stop it; why is he getting all tangled up about a dick plush? one that made contact with that pawing man in the orgy room. maybe this dick plush now has a std. does that wash off if he sticks this guy in a washing machine?
he’s getting sidetracked.
giving himself another mental slap, shiro keeps walking, keeps leading down, down the ramp. the ramp ends and his feet touch the dirt, the carnival spreading out every which way and offering up dozens of avenues to take. the exit had been… this way? he thinks? either way, he sets course and hopes for the best.
he’s tempted, not even ten steps later, to stop, though. what keith asks can only suggest a much deeper problem that deserves more than the back of shiro’s head and an answer over his shoulder. the desire to get out of this place is strong, however; so while he doesn’t stop to address keith with the full weight of his gaze and attention, shiro slows his steps until they sync next to each other, the two of them walking together, rather than shiro tugging him along. the path ahead of them is wide; the open corridor made by lines of food stands isn’t overcrowded in the middle, so shiro stops watching where his feet are leading him and turns his head to keith beside him.
right is the answer, though a wholly inadequate one. knowing this, shiro swings, perhaps, a little too far the other way. ]
You’re invaluable to me, Keith. I’m not walking away from you – ever.
[ whether or not they’re together, shiro wants keith in his life in some capacity. preferably with the title of best friend, since it suits keith so well. he tightens his grip then, making up for the looseness of keith’s. ]
And we deserve a chance. I wouldn’t give up on us like that. [ he tried to stop it before it could ever begin, yes, but things are different now. ] Our chemistry is, well, you know. You feel it. [ his smile isn’t shy, but there’s definitely a sweeter, boyish quality to it, his head turning forward again. ] So I doubt we’re going to have a problem, anyway.
now i just gotta do the seven hobbit meal times
he’s getting sidetracked.
giving himself another mental slap, shiro keeps walking, keeps leading down, down the ramp. the ramp ends and his feet touch the dirt, the carnival spreading out every which way and offering up dozens of avenues to take. the exit had been… this way? he thinks? either way, he sets course and hopes for the best.
he’s tempted, not even ten steps later, to stop, though. what keith asks can only suggest a much deeper problem that deserves more than the back of shiro’s head and an answer over his shoulder. the desire to get out of this place is strong, however; so while he doesn’t stop to address keith with the full weight of his gaze and attention, shiro slows his steps until they sync next to each other, the two of them walking together, rather than shiro tugging him along. the path ahead of them is wide; the open corridor made by lines of food stands isn’t overcrowded in the middle, so shiro stops watching where his feet are leading him and turns his head to keith beside him.
right is the answer, though a wholly inadequate one. knowing this, shiro swings, perhaps, a little too far the other way. ]
You’re invaluable to me, Keith. I’m not walking away from you – ever.
[ whether or not they’re together, shiro wants keith in his life in some capacity. preferably with the title of best friend, since it suits keith so well. he tightens his grip then, making up for the looseness of keith’s. ]
And we deserve a chance. I wouldn’t give up on us like that. [ he tried to stop it before it could ever begin, yes, but things are different now. ] Our chemistry is, well, you know. You feel it. [ his smile isn’t shy, but there’s definitely a sweeter, boyish quality to it, his head turning forward again. ] So I doubt we’re going to have a problem, anyway.