[ shit shit shit. keith’s panicking. shiro’s panicking. this is why they shouldn’t have been shooting shots over some stupid drinking game, because neither of them seem to know how to stop this lousy assumption from skyrocketing. keith rears back but shiro stays close to the glass, hands now gripping the edge of the table.
cooties. sabotage. holy shit. yeah. shiro swallows and turns wide eyes toward keith, looking so unbelievably uncertain that it’s embarrassing. ]
Keith. [ hear the silent help me in his voice? ] Keith. [ he leans over and grabs for his forearm, fingers clutching tight near his wrist. ]
cw: mention of roofies ( just 2 drunk boys being drunks, there are no actual roofies )
cooties. sabotage. holy shit. yeah. shiro swallows and turns wide eyes toward keith, looking so unbelievably uncertain that it’s embarrassing. ]
Keith. [ hear the silent help me in his voice? ] Keith. [ he leans over and grabs for his forearm, fingers clutching tight near his wrist. ]
I drank some.
[ the roo
fies are already inside. ]