[ hold the fucking phone. the crush is nonexistent? sure, shiro knew keith thought his crush was unrequited and yes, it’s been over a month since keith clued him in on that, but turmoil or time don’t always mean the heart gives up. keith is over it though; over this mystery someone that shiro still agonizes over. who is it? what do they look like? tall, short, slender, beefy, light haired, dark haired…
huh. all these years and he doesn’t have the slightest clue of what keith’s type is. how is that possible?
his drunk brain is especially focused on this right now and perturbed, really, because as his best friend, shouldn’t shiro know what kind of dude keith is into? considering that keith is okay with visiting a bathroom stall with him, shiro can probably assume that he falls somewhere in the range of what aesthetically pleases keith, right?
… why is this important?
he pinches the turkey ball between his index and thumb as he considers this… only to derail immediately upon seeing keith taking on his own turkey ball. just – keith. that isn’t how one is supposed to approach this. ]
Oh. [ he can’t tear his gaze away. it’s there. it’s stuck there; staring at the licked, bare strip along the testicle, the heavy coat of white making him think things he should not be thinking. perhaps that’s why his mouth runs away from him with this dumb crush discussion…? should it even be considered a discussion? ]
So you’re available. [ physically. emotionally. available for what though? And for who? ] That’s good to know.
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huh. all these years and he doesn’t have the slightest clue of what keith’s type is. how is that possible?
his drunk brain is especially focused on this right now and perturbed, really, because as his best friend, shouldn’t shiro know what kind of dude keith is into? considering that keith is okay with visiting a bathroom stall with him, shiro can probably assume that he falls somewhere in the range of what aesthetically pleases keith, right?
… why is this important?
he pinches the turkey ball between his index and thumb as he considers this… only to derail immediately upon seeing keith taking on his own turkey ball. just – keith. that isn’t how one is supposed to approach this. ]
Oh. [ he can’t tear his gaze away. it’s there. it’s stuck there; staring at the licked, bare strip along the testicle, the heavy coat of white making him think things he should not be thinking. perhaps that’s why his mouth runs away from him with this dumb crush discussion…? should it even be considered a discussion? ]
So you’re available. [ physically. emotionally. available for what though? And for who? ] That’s good to know.