[ keith directs his attention to shiro as he speaks. unsurprisingly, shiro's doing a remarkable job of staying calm, tone level and grounding throughout. but something about it makes keith drop eye contact after a beat or two, gaze focusing on a spot slightly to the left of shiro instead. it had all happened so fast that keith hasn't really had time to process any of it. one beat ,he thought he had the situation under control, the next he was being hauled up and there were rows upoon rows of sharp teeth snapping centimeters from his face?
granted proximity to danger doesn't mean much when you're used to enemies being able to blast you out of the sky from miles away, but there's something particularly unsettling about being close enough to feel hot breath on your neck. but if keith's being absolutely honest with himself, the blur of motion afterwards as suddenly wet, burning entrails hit the ground with a horrible squelch had come as just as much of a surprise. swift, decisive and brutal -- it's a side of shiro that keith hasn't seen much. or at least, not with front row seats like this.
frankly, he doesn't know what the hell he's even fixating on this for. if shiro hadn't acted, maybe it'd be him lying there on the ground with his throat torn open. unable to repress a shudder, he looks back at shiro and nods. ]
...Yeah. [ ...is 'yeah' even an appropriate response to what's been said? fuck. he tries again. ] Guess we'd scare everyone if we tried to ride the bus back.
[ feeble attempt at a joke made, keith attemps a forced half smile. ]
no subject
granted proximity to danger doesn't mean much when you're used to enemies being able to blast you out of the sky from miles away, but there's something particularly unsettling about being close enough to feel hot breath on your neck. but if keith's being absolutely honest with himself, the blur of motion afterwards as suddenly wet, burning entrails hit the ground with a horrible squelch had come as just as much of a surprise. swift, decisive and brutal -- it's a side of shiro that keith hasn't seen much. or at least, not with front row seats like this.
frankly, he doesn't know what the hell he's even fixating on this for. if shiro hadn't acted, maybe it'd be him lying there on the ground with his throat torn open. unable to repress a shudder, he looks back at shiro and nods. ]
...Yeah. [ ...is 'yeah' even an appropriate response to what's been said? fuck.
he tries again. ] Guess we'd scare everyone if we tried to ride the bus back.
[ feeble attempt at a joke made, keith attemps a forced half smile. ]
Thanks, by the way.