[ it takes conscious effort not to smile in victory, which means shiro is only marginally successful. at least it’s nothing too damning; just an upkick of his lips and a visible brightening of his mood. excellent. mission accomplished.
sort of?
as quickly as it’s come, the smile dims and shiro takes a long, couple of moments to first stare at keith, then glance to the bar entrance, and once more, return his attention to keith, who is, of course, unbudging from his wall lean. it’s cold out here. it’s dark out here too. he knows keith can likely kick the ass of any rowdy drunk exiting the bar but shiro is still thrumming high on a desire to stay close to his best friend until this evening is over. ]
I can’t win without you there. [ a guilt trip isn’t going to cut it. he realizes this with some clarity and quickly tacks on a cheap shot: ] Please? [ a beat, the frown clearing to make way for a hopeful smile. ]
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sort of?
as quickly as it’s come, the smile dims and shiro takes a long, couple of moments to first stare at keith, then glance to the bar entrance, and once more, return his attention to keith, who is, of course, unbudging from his wall lean. it’s cold out here. it’s dark out here too. he knows keith can likely kick the ass of any rowdy drunk exiting the bar but shiro is still thrumming high on a desire to stay close to his best friend until this evening is over. ]
I can’t win without you there. [ a guilt trip isn’t going to cut it. he realizes this with some clarity and quickly tacks on a cheap shot: ] Please? [ a beat, the frown clearing to make way for a hopeful smile. ]