[ keith almost has him. the pull and the pleading work in tandem and similarly pull at shiro’s heartstrings, instantly wanting to soothe keith’s distress by doing exactly what he wants. that lasts all of two seconds. the other voice butts in and brings shiro’s gaze right back round, just as quickly stoking frustration back to the surface until its reigning supreme.
patience yields focus. no it doesn’t. take a deep breath and count to ten. nah. sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. it isn’t working. why is nothing working? he should be proud of keith. keith is trying to be the bigger man here by ignoring the man’s egging in favor of walking away from a fight that shouldn’t happen. it’s such a long way from where shiro first knew keith; when he used to throw punches and land himself in the garrison’s disciplinary office. hopefully keith learned from that. no, not the part pertaining to his own anger and how to restrain it. hopefully he payed attention to shiro’s methods of calming him down and directing his focus to other areas, because looks like shiro wants to take a page out of keith’s playbook.
he kind of wants to punch the smile off this asshole’s face.
irrational. impulsive. stupid. the desire is all of those things and so is shiro with his system flooded by too much drink. ]
He’s got jokes.
[ the grin that curls is unkind. so is the laugh that he forced out. he jerks his arm out of keith’s grip next and then starts advancing, the snickering of the group dying off. clearly, jeremy and co thought the buffer of feet between them would act as an uncrossable barrier. that’s their mistake, among a whole list of mistakes.
shiro’s steps are, as always it seems, hampered with an inability to follow a straight line, but a slight diversion and following correction do little to diminish the overall presence of a thick, burly man looking altogether ready to make a scene. there’s a pocket of space next to jeremy and shiro bullies right into it, slamming his galra hand down on the bar. ]
C’mon, clown, tell another one. Make us laugh. [ jeremy looks sick. so he’s one of those bullies who pretends to have a set made of steel until someone gives the slightest pushback. hmph, pathetic. though, the fact that shiro is still taller, staring down at jeremy, despite the high set of the stool, probably is more unnerving than shiro is giving it credit for.
oh. and the crack of splintering wood, as shiro squeezes the edge of the bar between his tightening fingers and palm. can't forget that. ]
i hope they get banned, so they can play banned bingo here too.
patience yields focus. no it doesn’t. take a deep breath and count to ten. nah. sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. it isn’t working. why is nothing working? he should be proud of keith. keith is trying to be the bigger man here by ignoring the man’s egging in favor of walking away from a fight that shouldn’t happen. it’s such a long way from where shiro first knew keith; when he used to throw punches and land himself in the garrison’s disciplinary office. hopefully keith learned from that. no, not the part pertaining to his own anger and how to restrain it. hopefully he payed attention to shiro’s methods of calming him down and directing his focus to other areas, because looks like shiro wants to take a page out of keith’s playbook.
he kind of wants to punch the smile off this asshole’s face.
irrational. impulsive. stupid. the desire is all of those things and so is shiro with his system flooded by too much drink. ]
He’s got jokes.
[ the grin that curls is unkind. so is the laugh that he forced out. he jerks his arm out of keith’s grip next and then starts advancing, the snickering of the group dying off. clearly, jeremy and co thought the buffer of feet between them would act as an uncrossable barrier. that’s their mistake, among a whole list of mistakes.
shiro’s steps are, as always it seems, hampered with an inability to follow a straight line, but a slight diversion and following correction do little to diminish the overall presence of a thick, burly man looking altogether ready to make a scene. there’s a pocket of space next to jeremy and shiro bullies right into it, slamming his galra hand down on the bar. ]
C’mon, clown, tell another one. Make us laugh. [ jeremy looks sick. so he’s one of those bullies who pretends to have a set made of steel until someone gives the slightest pushback. hmph, pathetic. though, the fact that shiro is still taller, staring down at jeremy, despite the high set of the stool, probably is more unnerving than shiro is giving it credit for.
oh. and the crack of splintering wood, as shiro squeezes the edge of the bar between his tightening fingers and palm. can't forget that. ]