[ his feet feel clunky. each stride lacks its usual ease and tempo, but keith is leading with a tug at his wrist, meaning, all shiro has to do is follow without any drastic deviation. so he focuses on that, just as keith told him to. it works for a good while. through the tables and breezing by the bar, the main entrance is in sight. shiro isn’t looking that way though. he’s been tossing curious glances at the bar since keith dropped a cryptic contingency and so, it’s only natural to look again now that they’re much closer.
there’s a point. then a series of glances. finally, an accumulation of laughter.
– wait.
shiro’s body keeps moving however. the fingers at his wrist are tighter now and shiro follows the silent encouragement to keep walking for two, three more steps before the wait locks into a command, similarly locking shiro’s legs. he abruptly comes to a stop, unbudging even as keith’s pull remains. he narrows his gaze at the group there at the bar, part curious, part – annoyed? he’s too slow-minded to fully grasp what’s going on but he has the inkling that he should dislike it. ]
no subject
there’s a point. then a series of glances. finally, an accumulation of laughter.
– wait.
shiro’s body keeps moving however. the fingers at his wrist are tighter now and shiro follows the silent encouragement to keep walking for two, three more steps before the wait locks into a command, similarly locking shiro’s legs. he abruptly comes to a stop, unbudging even as keith’s pull remains. he narrows his gaze at the group there at the bar, part curious, part – annoyed? he’s too slow-minded to fully grasp what’s going on but he has the inkling that he should dislike it. ]
What’s their deal?