[ but shiro is so curious! self-preservation kicks in, miraculously, and he doesn’t ask for an explanation. he merely glances back to the bar, squints as though that will help him in dissecting the mystery of keith’s bar revulsion.
nothing. nothing reveals itself. for whatever reason though, it reboots shiro’s brain and he finally starts tugging at the thin plastic of his bib, rather than trying to unknot it. ]
I can. [ – be near the bar. he thinks? he hasn’t had any bad experiences with the bar.
… other than the flying kangaroo spiked drink. he wonders whatever happened to that drink. ] I’ll get you something.
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nothing. nothing reveals itself. for whatever reason though, it reboots shiro’s brain and he finally starts tugging at the thin plastic of his bib, rather than trying to unknot it. ]
I can. [ – be near the bar. he thinks? he hasn’t had any bad experiences with the bar.
… other than the flying kangaroo spiked drink. he wonders whatever happened to that drink. ] I’ll get you something.