[ … ah. so he is making fun of him. having some vague suspicion of this is different than having it confirmed and while he adores a happy keith, being laughed at has that buried embarrassment surfacing in a second. so that bottom lip keith was just thumbing? shiro sticks it out on a pout, only to drop the expression a moment later when there’s a pinch. he flattens his lips together instead and ducks his face, feeling the heat spread across his face from a bizarre mix of want and embarrassment for that want. ]
That’s not… [ … what he meant? he thinks better about finishing that, because he doesn’t want the follow-up question: what did you mean, shiro? some things should not be verbalized. so after a beat, redirects with a sulky: ] I don’t know what I meant.
[ and now to implore to the bits of keith that love and adore shiro. he braves a glance to keith’s face and goes for wide, pleading eyes. ] Can we pretend I didn’t say anything?
that's how you described it. i wanted to make sure i used the correct wording.
That’s not… [ … what he meant? he thinks better about finishing that, because he doesn’t want the follow-up question: what did you mean, shiro? some things should not be verbalized. so after a beat, redirects with a sulky: ] I don’t know what I meant.
[ and now to implore to the bits of keith that love and adore shiro. he braves a glance to keith’s face and goes for wide, pleading eyes. ] Can we pretend I didn’t say anything?