[ shiro should not be smiling. it’s a gross quality to find delight in the suffering of others and yet, here he is all the same, practically brimming with pride at keith’s supposed oopsie. ha, got him. soon, he has his partner in crime in front of him but before shiro can even begin to string together something halfway to coherent, he’s being – hugged? no. hoisted. surprise colors his expression, dimming that smile somewhat, but that’s as far as it goes: there’s a disconnect in his understanding of what is happening. he’s being picked up, yes, okay, fine; that’s it.
give him a few seconds for the implications to catch up to him.
in the meantime, reflex has him folding his legs up to unhamper keith’s strides and take the strain off his own body from being squeezed in one, long line. legs wrap around keith’s hips, ankles cross down his butt, and arms drape over his shoulders, forearms hugging close along keith’s upper back. it doesn’t feel awkward, despite it certainly looking so to anyone who sees them pass by. shiro is big. there’s a lot of mass to fold up and wrap around keith’s thin frame. shiro is instantly lulled though, finding the feel of keith’s hands and arms beyond comforting.
nonetheless, shiro does take a quick time-out from that pleased haze to shoot one last scathing glare at jeremy.
the distance is growing and soon, the crowd of bodies in the bar will block his view of jeremy slowly picking himself up off the ground. his friends are useless to help and instantly, there’s a mean-spirited ha that sounds off in shiro’s mind. yeah, not everyone can have a friend as wonderful as keith. shiro is lucky, so very lucky to have a best friend like keith. look, he even picked shiro up, when he wasn’t anywhere near the floor like that clown; clearly, keith is leagues above crony one and crony two.
annnnd it’s been a few seconds. ding.
he jerks his head up from where he’d taken to resting his chin on keith’s shoulder, mouth dropping open and eyes widening. ] Woah. Woah. [ he peers down the length of keith’s back, looking at his calves and his heels, one after the other as keith continues to walk along. ]
You’re carrying me. [ disbelief clings to every syllable and while he stays mostly wrapped around keith like a koala, he loosens his arms just enough for him to crane back and stare down at keith’s face straight on. ] You’re – strong. [ and his voice does a curious thing then: it wobbles on the last word, coming out breathy and awed. ]
no one is safe from shiro's 2 incher shame face. jeremy prolly was a fking 2 incher virgin anyway.
give him a few seconds for the implications to catch up to him.
in the meantime, reflex has him folding his legs up to unhamper keith’s strides and take the strain off his own body from being squeezed in one, long line. legs wrap around keith’s hips, ankles cross down his butt, and arms drape over his shoulders, forearms hugging close along keith’s upper back. it doesn’t feel awkward, despite it certainly looking so to anyone who sees them pass by. shiro is big. there’s a lot of mass to fold up and wrap around keith’s thin frame. shiro is instantly lulled though, finding the feel of keith’s hands and arms beyond comforting.
nonetheless, shiro does take a quick time-out from that pleased haze to shoot one last scathing glare at jeremy.
the distance is growing and soon, the crowd of bodies in the bar will block his view of jeremy slowly picking himself up off the ground. his friends are useless to help and instantly, there’s a mean-spirited ha that sounds off in shiro’s mind. yeah, not everyone can have a friend as wonderful as keith. shiro is lucky, so very lucky to have a best friend like keith. look, he even picked shiro up, when he wasn’t anywhere near the floor like that clown; clearly, keith is leagues above crony one and crony two.
annnnd it’s been a few seconds. ding.
he jerks his head up from where he’d taken to resting his chin on keith’s shoulder, mouth dropping open and eyes widening. ] Woah. Woah. [ he peers down the length of keith’s back, looking at his calves and his heels, one after the other as keith continues to walk along. ]
You’re carrying me. [ disbelief clings to every syllable and while he stays mostly wrapped around keith like a koala, he loosens his arms just enough for him to crane back and stare down at keith’s face straight on. ] You’re – strong. [ and his voice does a curious thing then: it wobbles on the last word, coming out breathy and awed. ]