[ he’s four minutes late. if he wasn’t playing hooky with this detour home, he might’ve flipped on the cruiser lights just to shave off a few minutes otherwise stuck at traffic lights. sadly, he isn’t quite the bad boy cop keith likes to dub him as and so, the extra stop at the floormart on 3rd makes him late.
worth it though? maybe. hopefully. he has the box of eclairs balanced on his palm and there, tucked under that same arm, another box containing a ridiculously shaped raft.
unlocking the door, pushing it open, scooting in to gently kick the door shut behind him and -- nope, that is not a gentle kick. in the midst of the motion, he catches sight of keith and registers the full extent of what he is seeing. his foot jerks back harder than he intends and while it doesn’t slam, the sound of the door snapping shut jars him, enough so that between that and the, frankly, tantalizing image before him, shiro nearly drops the eclairs. ]
Keith. [ listen closely and there’s the slightest strain to that single syllable. he’s altogether hopeless then -- gaze drifts and he’s looking down the length of those long, long legs. a total of five seconds too long and finally, he remembers himself. he clears his throat as he looks back to keith’s face. ]
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worth it though? maybe. hopefully. he has the box of eclairs balanced on his palm and there, tucked under that same arm, another box containing a ridiculously shaped raft.
unlocking the door, pushing it open, scooting in to gently kick the door shut behind him and -- nope, that is not a gentle kick. in the midst of the motion, he catches sight of keith and registers the full extent of what he is seeing. his foot jerks back harder than he intends and while it doesn’t slam, the sound of the door snapping shut jars him, enough so that between that and the, frankly, tantalizing image before him, shiro nearly drops the eclairs. ]
Keith. [ listen closely and there’s the slightest strain to that single syllable. he’s altogether hopeless then -- gaze drifts and he’s looking down the length of those long, long legs. a total of five seconds too long and finally, he remembers himself. he clears his throat as he looks back to keith’s face. ]
I, uh -- got your eclairs?
[ … why is he posing that as a question? ]