[ it doesn’t. it can’t. shiro wasn’t anywhere near the guy. reason dictates that the bartender would have passed the cocktail directly to the barmaid, who in turn would have gone directly to shiro, not once making contact with the guy. the problem here lies in the first word of that sentence: reason. shiro lacks the capability.
keith seems so certain. and well, shiro is convinced. ]
It does? [ his voice has gone too soft and too breathy, whispered like keith just let him in on secret, bombshell news. looking at the cocktail with fresh eyes, shiro is enlightened… yet so terribly stupid. he hunches over in the next moment, bringing himself eye level to the rim of the glass, as though he’ll be able to see these tiny cootie germs if he looks close enough. ]
no subject
keith seems so certain. and well, shiro is convinced. ]
It does? [ his voice has gone too soft and too breathy, whispered like keith just let him in on secret, bombshell news. looking at the cocktail with fresh eyes, shiro is enlightened… yet so terribly stupid. he hunches over in the next moment, bringing himself eye level to the rim of the glass, as though he’ll be able to see these tiny cootie germs if he looks close enough. ]
You think he sabotaged it?