[ shiro’s bullshit sensor is pinging. truly amazing – the same man who struggled to reason his way away from unknotting a bib to the much more effective tearing of said bib, is now perceptive enough to put two and two together. perhaps it can be explained through shiro’s innate care for all things involving keith. maybe it’s simply his drunken curiosity that has him delaying. or maybe keith is such a bad liar that even a sloshed shiro can’t help but notice that something is definitely off here.
either way, shiro regards keith with that squinty, suspicious gaze of his for a beat and then, ignoring all else, looks to that amused bunch of men. what did he say? desperado? is that – wait. shiro looks at keith’s hand at his arm, brain chugging through found someone and then all the little details that come falling into place. the point, the bar, the laughter – he’s talking about keith, isn’t he? no, not talking. he’s making fun of keith.
the checks and balances are out of commission: shiro has none right now. so patience, understanding, an inclination to deescalate a situation…? those shining qualities don’t keep shiro’s expression from darkening. ]
Who is that clown? [ clown? nice insult, shiro. he huffs, still unmoved by keith’s plea to get out of here, especially when half a breath later, another piece of the puzzle abruptly snaps into place. he jerks his head to look at keith. hold on; the clown is sitting at the bar. the bar that keith refused to go back to. ]
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either way, shiro regards keith with that squinty, suspicious gaze of his for a beat and then, ignoring all else, looks to that amused bunch of men. what did he say? desperado? is that – wait. shiro looks at keith’s hand at his arm, brain chugging through found someone and then all the little details that come falling into place. the point, the bar, the laughter – he’s talking about keith, isn’t he? no, not talking. he’s making fun of keith.
the checks and balances are out of commission: shiro has none right now. so patience, understanding, an inclination to deescalate a situation…? those shining qualities don’t keep shiro’s expression from darkening. ]
Who is that clown? [ clown? nice insult, shiro. he huffs, still unmoved by keith’s plea to get out of here, especially when half a breath later, another piece of the puzzle abruptly snaps into place. he jerks his head to look at keith. hold on; the clown is sitting at the bar. the bar that keith refused to go back to. ]
Is he why you can’t go near the bar?