[ so what are the symptoms of being roofied? extreme drunkenness? well, now he takes a moment and garners enough self-awareness to realize he’s out of it. not enough self-awareness to conclude he and keith are jumping to ridiculous conclusions though. drowsiness is another symptom. is he? may… be? he’s never too far from exhausted in general, so…
difficult to gauge.
amnesia and foggy memory are next. well, he can’t remember the guy from a few minutes ago – does that count? fuck, maybe the cocktail really is flying high on something extra.
so it’s going to be okay? he tips his head back. blinking slow and hazy up at keith. keith… he always takes care of shiro, no matter what. he’s in good hands; he believes that without a shadow of a doubt. nonetheless, he’s not anywhere near comforted, because he’s too busy weathering the guilt, his expression collapsing in on itself and leaving him looking pained. ]
I’m sorry. [ voice thick, it’s slightly slurred as words flow right into one another. ] I ruined our outing. [ he clings to keith’s arm for another beat and then loosens, hand flopping back to the table. ] I just wanted to eat turkey balls with you.
no subject
difficult to gauge.
amnesia and foggy memory are next. well, he can’t remember the guy from a few minutes ago – does that count? fuck, maybe the cocktail really is flying high on something extra.
so it’s going to be okay? he tips his head back. blinking slow and hazy up at keith. keith… he always takes care of shiro, no matter what. he’s in good hands; he believes that without a shadow of a doubt. nonetheless, he’s not anywhere near comforted, because he’s too busy weathering the guilt, his expression collapsing in on itself and leaving him looking pained. ]
I’m sorry. [ voice thick, it’s slightly slurred as words flow right into one another. ] I ruined our outing. [ he clings to keith’s arm for another beat and then loosens, hand flopping back to the table. ] I just wanted to eat turkey balls with you.