[ listen. shiro is a big fan of keith’s chosen hairstyle. the only reason he likes to razz him about it is because of the garrison. sure, galaxy garrison isn’t run like the conservative military compounds of years past, with the uniform haircuts and strict grooming policies. shiro isn’t exactly the poster child for regulatory hair either, not with the flopped mess upfront. but he does own a comb… and uses it daily. speaking of which, he picked up a brush for keith at marshall’s, in case he forgot. he’ll need to remember to give it to keith later.
though, judging by keith’s reaction here, perhaps he should hold off on that indefinitely. the not-pout, which is actually a pout, is fine enough on its own but then keith starts referring to himself as wrong and… -- sure, it’s a throwaway comment, one that could mean nothing. however, shiro’s fairly convinced there’s a kernel of genuine uncertainty there. shiro was there, afterall. at the garrison and through these past months in the castelship. maybe shiro really ought to lay off; keith gets enough people piling on him for inconsequential shit all the time anyway.
so some light damage control it is. briefly jogging until he catches up the few strides, shiro falls into step next to keith and bumps his shoulder to his -- or more specifically, his upper arm to keith’s shoulder. ] Hey. [ sorry, is the real meaning behind the word, the gesture and the smile -- yeah, shiro is turning his head to offer up an apologetic smile. ]
This is coming from someone with mix and match hair. [ self-deprecating humor; nice. he means for it to take the attention off keith and to open himself up for some retaliatory razzing. all in all, his tone is jovial, despite more or less throwing himself under the bus. ] Clearly I have no room to talk when it comes to looks.
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though, judging by keith’s reaction here, perhaps he should hold off on that indefinitely. the not-pout, which is actually a pout, is fine enough on its own but then keith starts referring to himself as wrong and… -- sure, it’s a throwaway comment, one that could mean nothing. however, shiro’s fairly convinced there’s a kernel of genuine uncertainty there. shiro was there, afterall. at the garrison and through these past months in the castelship. maybe shiro really ought to lay off; keith gets enough people piling on him for inconsequential shit all the time anyway.
so some light damage control it is. briefly jogging until he catches up the few strides, shiro falls into step next to keith and bumps his shoulder to his -- or more specifically, his upper arm to keith’s shoulder. ] Hey. [ sorry, is the real meaning behind the word, the gesture and the smile -- yeah, shiro is turning his head to offer up an apologetic smile. ]
This is coming from someone with mix and match hair. [ self-deprecating humor; nice. he means for it to take the attention off keith and to open himself up for some retaliatory razzing. all in all, his tone is jovial, despite more or less throwing himself under the bus. ] Clearly I have no room to talk when it comes to looks.