[ fifteen minutes pass and there's no shiro in sight. keith would be lying if he said he wasn't a little concerned, but keeps himself busy by sharpening knives at the kitchen table on a wetstone. whether the hold up is an intentional test of keith's patience or purely incidental, he couldn't guess, but at least it's probably not down to say... alien abduction.
... he'll give it another ten minutes before sending shiro a text and getting back into his normal clothes. just in case. luckily, the manhunt for shiro is avoided entirely when there's jostling at the front door. keith snaps to attention, ready to put operation: eclair into motion.
knife down, keith slides off the chair and walks over. there faintest suggestion of a mysterious breeze teases up at the hem of hid sweater as keith comes to a stop in front of shiro. there's a fractional lapse in his smile when he gets a peek at the box tucked under shiro's arm, but then he's right back to focusing on the eclairs and the rest of shiro. ]
You're late. [ spoken softly as he tips in close to kiss a cheek. god help takashi if the eggplant float is the reason why, but keith isn't going to think about the float right now, damn it. with shiro still holding the box, keith pries it open and makes a production of sticking his nose closer to sniff. ] These look amazing though, so I guess I can forgive you.
[ finger to his lip, he muses playfully. ]
But which one do I want....
[ of course, all thirteen eclairs look fucking identical, but that is, you know, not the point here. ]
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... he'll give it another ten minutes before sending shiro a text and getting back into his normal clothes. just in case. luckily, the manhunt for shiro is avoided entirely when there's jostling at the front door. keith snaps to attention, ready to put operation: eclair into motion.
knife down, keith slides off the chair and walks over. there faintest suggestion of a mysterious breeze teases up at the hem of hid sweater as keith comes to a stop in front of shiro. there's a fractional lapse in his smile when he gets a peek at the box tucked under shiro's arm, but then he's right back to focusing on the eclairs and the rest of shiro. ]
You're late. [ spoken softly as he tips in close to kiss a cheek. god help takashi if the eggplant float is the reason why, but keith isn't going to think about the float right now, damn it. with shiro still holding the box, keith pries it open and makes a production of sticking his nose closer to sniff. ] These look amazing though, so I guess I can forgive you.
[ finger to his lip, he muses playfully. ]
But which one do I want....
[ of course, all thirteen eclairs look fucking identical, but that is, you know, not the point here. ]