[ there is a strange sort of calmness that follows the bluntness of keith’s fussing. shut up; ah, yes, shiro snaps his jaw shut and for a few blessed ticks, even the spiraling of his thoughts goes silent. that steadiness is promptly cut off at the knees unfortunately. keith gives up on glaring at every man standing at the bar and introduces another player to this mockery of a discussion.
wait. there are two some guys? keith has one too?
and look at that, the two minutes have run their course and shiro’s brain cells finally fire with the awareness of those two martini glasses. he zeros in on them immediately. a bleary blink that holds no synchrony between both eyes and then there’s a building repetition of oh no that he can feel in the very depths of his soul. some guy and keith. two drinks. one bathroom?
shiro slams his hands to the table and shoves his chair back with a matching loud screech as he leverages his weight to stand up. his steadiness isn’t any better than keith’s. ]
You drank those? [ his gesture toward the glasses is rough and uncoordinated, his balance tipping with the motion. he recovers, thankfully, and steps completely into keith’s space, unnecessarily crowding him until their bodies almost touch. again, he looks panicked. not for himself – he seems to have forgotten the guilt and worry for his own foolishness – and now has completely moved onto his best friend’s jeopardized wellbeing. ]
That some guy wanted to get you. [ it’s vehement; apparently some guy is shiro’s now accepted code for bad guy with sinister intentions. ] Maybe he did.
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wait. there are two some guys? keith has one too?
and look at that, the two minutes have run their course and shiro’s brain cells finally fire with the awareness of those two martini glasses. he zeros in on them immediately. a bleary blink that holds no synchrony between both eyes and then there’s a building repetition of oh no that he can feel in the very depths of his soul. some guy and keith. two drinks. one bathroom?
shiro slams his hands to the table and shoves his chair back with a matching loud screech as he leverages his weight to stand up. his steadiness isn’t any better than keith’s. ]
You drank those? [ his gesture toward the glasses is rough and uncoordinated, his balance tipping with the motion. he recovers, thankfully, and steps completely into keith’s space, unnecessarily crowding him until their bodies almost touch. again, he looks panicked. not for himself – he seems to have forgotten the guilt and worry for his own foolishness – and now has completely moved onto his best friend’s jeopardized wellbeing. ]
That some guy wanted to get you. [ it’s vehement; apparently some guy is shiro’s now accepted code for bad guy with sinister intentions. ] Maybe he did.
[ welcome to the roo’d world. ]