[ he looks awful? no kidding. he just went toe to toe with two abominations and got some very unwanted hosing down for his troubles. or is that not what keith is referring to? is it the asymmetric set of his body and the blood coating his fist? even with all that green, the metal shines through to showcase his unnaturalness and -- yeah, it’s awful, isn’t it? looks awful, feels awful, does awful things like burning through skin and slicing arteries, and…
that’s enough. he’s coming down from adrenaline, that’s what’s driving these spinning thoughts. breathe, calm down, and reassess. they aren’t out of the woods just yet, quite literally. so shiro shakes off the misplaced anxiety and tries not to take keith’s comment as anything mean-spirited. he knows keith better than that. inevitably, the concern is reflected back at him and he almost immediately looks away, staring down at the corpse. ]
I’m fine. [ or will be. as for what they need to do though? he shakes his head. ] We need to call ADI first. Get them out here to… handle this. [ they can’t leave the bodies strewn across the trail for some unfortunate hikers to come across. adi has been very specific: document all supernatural encounters and call headquarters if an encounter unravels beyond the scope of containment. shiro is, of course, still a rookie when it comes to this monster and ghost hunting gig, but he’s fairly certain three dead bodies qualifies for bringing in the big-wigs.
he pulls out his phone with his clean hand, thumbing the screen to life. ]
I’ll do it. [ he doesn’t start the call though. first, he glances back to keith and he stares at him for an extended beat, clearly assessing something. shiro’s been in charge of a small team for months now. keith, hunk, lance, pidge, and by extension, allura and coran too; he’s seen time after time, how each react in stressful, sometimes brutal situations. he’s not quite so perceptive to deduce what is going on with keith, but something feels off about the way he holds himself in the wake of this skirmish.
so shiro turns further and nods to a fallen log a few paces off the main path. ] You go take a break. I’ll be there in a tick. [ sit down, pull yourself together, you’re dismissed soldier -- and then he turns back to his phone, not even waiting for a reply before he connects the call. ]
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that’s enough. he’s coming down from adrenaline, that’s what’s driving these spinning thoughts. breathe, calm down, and reassess. they aren’t out of the woods just yet, quite literally. so shiro shakes off the misplaced anxiety and tries not to take keith’s comment as anything mean-spirited. he knows keith better than that. inevitably, the concern is reflected back at him and he almost immediately looks away, staring down at the corpse. ]
I’m fine. [ or will be. as for what they need to do though? he shakes his head. ] We need to call ADI first. Get them out here to… handle this. [ they can’t leave the bodies strewn across the trail for some unfortunate hikers to come across. adi has been very specific: document all supernatural encounters and call headquarters if an encounter unravels beyond the scope of containment. shiro is, of course, still a rookie when it comes to this monster and ghost hunting gig, but he’s fairly certain three dead bodies qualifies for bringing in the big-wigs.
he pulls out his phone with his clean hand, thumbing the screen to life. ]
I’ll do it. [ he doesn’t start the call though. first, he glances back to keith and he stares at him for an extended beat, clearly assessing something. shiro’s been in charge of a small team for months now. keith, hunk, lance, pidge, and by extension, allura and coran too; he’s seen time after time, how each react in stressful, sometimes brutal situations. he’s not quite so perceptive to deduce what is going on with keith, but something feels off about the way he holds himself in the wake of this skirmish.
so shiro turns further and nods to a fallen log a few paces off the main path. ] You go take a break. I’ll be there in a tick. [ sit down, pull yourself together, you’re dismissed soldier -- and then he turns back to his phone, not even waiting for a reply before he connects the call. ]