[ massaging at his glabella with the splay of his fingers covering his eyes, shiro doesn’t notice keith until he’s right there in all his awkward presence. one blink of him staring through the gaps of his fingers and then he pulls his hands away, wondering if he’s hallucinating. sad really, for him to find that the more probable explanation here, rather than his best friend willingly seeking him out. for one wild moment, he’s tempted to kick out his foot and nudge keith with the toe of his boot, just to check. thankfully, keith breaks the silence with a handful of words and a gesture, which is, of course, not a confirmation that shiro is not also conjuring this up but… it derails the direction of shiro’s focus and reflex has him answering. ]
Oh.
[ flatly, it comes out once he dips his chin and stares down at his bib himself. there are some ranch globs on it, as well as one, faded line of hot sauce. he gave up on the dips fairly quickly, but not without first inflicting some embarrassing damage, huh? ]
Thanks. [ he grimaces, eyes downcast as he reaches at his nape, fingers finding the knot. it doesn’t want to come undone. he’ll have to thank his earlier agitation for that; he’d tied the plastic far too tight to be undone with ease. so shiro will keep on trying; fumbling and fumbling around the knot with no progress being made.
he will glance up after a few beats though. ]
Wanna go now? [ a beat, that concentrated frown deepening, seemingly missing the concept that he can simply tear the plastic, rather than unknotting it. ] Or are you… [ he doesn’t finish. however, his gaze skirts to the side and beyond keith, looking to the bar. did he find anyone? ]
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Oh.
[ flatly, it comes out once he dips his chin and stares down at his bib himself. there are some ranch globs on it, as well as one, faded line of hot sauce. he gave up on the dips fairly quickly, but not without first inflicting some embarrassing damage, huh? ]
Thanks. [ he grimaces, eyes downcast as he reaches at his nape, fingers finding the knot. it doesn’t want to come undone. he’ll have to thank his earlier agitation for that; he’d tied the plastic far too tight to be undone with ease. so shiro will keep on trying; fumbling and fumbling around the knot with no progress being made.
he will glance up after a few beats though. ]
Wanna go now? [ a beat, that concentrated frown deepening, seemingly missing the concept that he can simply tear the plastic, rather than unknotting it. ] Or are you… [ he doesn’t finish. however, his gaze skirts to the side and beyond keith, looking to the bar. did he find anyone? ]