[ he’s not mad, per say, and he kind of hates that the sound of keith’s laughter makes him even less inclined to hold this against him. apparently, one of shiro’s biggest weaknesses is a happy keith. god, does that qualify him as being whipped? probably. because he lets himself be nudged backwards and he doesn’t put up a fuss about the helmet. he should let him stew inside there for, at least, another minute or two, but… that’s really just punishing himself as well.
reaching for the strap underneath keith’s chin doesn’t stop him from pouting though. ]
You harassed me for a year.
[ sulky, huffy – it’s a grumbled thing. that grump is mostly for show though, to cover up his flustered feelings as he starts to unearth every memory involving mystery rider over the course of this past year. nevermind the last year; the last hour. he texted keith about this too. how embarrassing.
the helmet comes off with a tug and he dangles it by his side, fingers curled on the chin protector. still pouting, by the way. ]
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reaching for the strap underneath keith’s chin doesn’t stop him from pouting though. ]
You harassed me for a year.
[ sulky, huffy – it’s a grumbled thing. that grump is mostly for show though, to cover up his flustered feelings as he starts to unearth every memory involving mystery rider over the course of this past year. nevermind the last year; the last hour. he texted keith about this too. how embarrassing.
the helmet comes off with a tug and he dangles it by his side, fingers curled on the chin protector. still pouting, by the way. ]
A year, Keith.