[ tmw you open up images of goddamn cooking ware and you realize that you may be becoming a parody of yourself because one pot is so clearly better than the others....
whatever. keith will deal with this realization later. possibly never. first things first: ]
what happened to the pot?
[ obviously shiro happened to it, but details!! was there a fire? a flood? an electrical outage? exploding eggs???? ]
Yeah. I don’t know how it happened. I was boiling vegetables on the stovetop. And it must’ve gotten too hot. Or the lid was defective. Both? But the lid shattered.
[ how many texts is that in a row? ping, ping, ping -- can keith feel the panicked embarrassment? ]
[ pingpingpingpingping so this must be what it's like to live inside a pinball machine. keith reads as the texts come in one after another, not sure if he's impressed or something else, but that last text flips the whole thing over on its head. ]
wait. did youdf
[ and that's some gem bumping into him in the grocery because guess who just stopped walking entirely. this guy. a curt watch where you're going?! later b/c this is obviously they're fault, keith stands off to the side and resumes texting. ]
[ … ah. right. probably should have nixed that last text. hindsight is 20/20 and shiro wonders what the success probability is of erasing the message an’ convincing keith he imagined it. not good, he'll wager. so onto plan b: evade and pray. ]
[ short delay as someone gives keith a concerned look before very timidly asking if they can possibly open the freezer behind him. gosh, it's like the entire world is out to be a hindrance in his lecturing??? rude. ]
ok look. just promise me something? if your stomach starts hurting, you have to go to the clinic ok?
[ but a clinic? y e a h, no. that’s not happening. and yet. ]
Okay. I promise I’ll go if it hurts.
[ “hurts” is subjective. and shiro’s pain tolerance is p high. so lying? nah. he’ll play keith’s game; he’ll just use his own rules. wow he’s so clever. ]
[ keith is suspicious for a good handful of seconds because that agreement came far too easily. he's being appeased -- no doubt about it, and yet ... it kinda works?? if only because he doesn't think shiro would ignore an internal hemorrhage.
probably???
ok so maybe he's not entirely appeased. the troubling flippant humor only makes that worse. surprise plot twist: it's keith who has to go to the clinic for internal bleeding from that stress ulcer shiro's nursing in keith's stomach. ]
good. i'm sending you a message every half hour until we're both back home gonna assume no response means you're bleeding out from a hole and that i need to come find you
text; un: shiro | annnnd making it game canon.
Which one do you like best?
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[ just... pickin' pots at random. ofc kitchen destroyer here has no idea what he's looking for. ]
/closes eyes
whatever. keith will deal with this realization later. possibly never. first things first: ]
what happened to the pot?
[ obviously shiro happened to it, but details!! was there a fire? a flood? an electrical outage? exploding eggs???? ]
art imitating life... i am truly sorry.
now, how to word this without further tarnishing his reputation of poor cooking skills. ]
The lid exploded.
[ swing and a miss. ]
it's beautiful
the lid exploded.
[ as iif sending this message back will somehow make sense of this. ]
i truly hate this thread already.
Yeah.
I don’t know how it happened.
I was boiling vegetables on the stovetop.
And it must’ve gotten too hot. Or the lid was defective. Both?
But the lid shattered.
[ how many texts is that in a row? ping, ping, ping -- can keith feel the panicked embarrassment? ]
just...
Took forever to pick out all that glass.
i'm.....
wait.
did youdf
[ and that's some gem bumping into him in the grocery because guess who just stopped walking entirely. this guy. a curt watch where you're going?! later b/c this is obviously they're fault, keith stands off to the side and resumes texting. ]
you mean from the floor and stove right
shiro should never be left alone.
right.
probably should have nixed that last text.
hindsight is 20/20 and shiro wonders what the success probability is of erasing the message an’ convincing keith he imagined it.
not good, he'll wager. so onto plan b: evade and pray. ]
Among other places.
/wraps shiro in bubble wrap
literally pulling this gesture next to the frozen peas, nothing to see here good citizens of sumarlok. ]
you're not answering the question the way i want you to
smart move honestly
The way you want me to answer would be a lie, so…
smth else is officially game canon now.
You don’t have to worry.
I got out all the glass before I ate anything.
Probably[ fucking backspace on that last line and not sending that k. ]
this thread is just
YOU MIGHT HAVE INGESTED GLASS FRAGMENTS.
YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME NOT TO WORRY.
i don't have words anymore ...and i am not done
ok look. just promise me something?
if your stomach starts hurting, you have to go to the clinic ok?
ok and now im done
and none of this oh i'll just walk it off attitude
oh keith...
someone struck a nerve.
his bad.
sorry. ]
his concern is valid.
and yet. ]
Okay. I promise I’ll go if it hurts.
[ “hurts” is subjective. and shiro’s pain tolerance is p high.
so lying? nah. he’ll play keith’s game; he’ll just use his own rules.
wow he’s so clever. ]
he should def invest in that leash. btw done.
I’ve been walking it off for half an hour now and still no shard poking a hole.
[ … joke to lighten the mood? ]
no subject
probably???
ok so maybe he's not entirely appeased. the troubling flippant humor only makes that worse. surprise plot twist: it's keith who has to go to the clinic for internal bleeding from that stress ulcer shiro's nursing in keith's stomach. ]
good.
i'm sending you a message every half hour until we're both back home
gonna assume no response means you're bleeding out from a hole and that i need to come find you
[ ha ha ha??? joking right back??? ]