[ cute… like a koala…? no, shiro did not know this, but now he does, and unsurprisingly, he doesn’t know how to process this in a timely manner. the window to react is quickly closing, not that shiro is aware of the streetlamp looming behind him. for those handful of seconds, keith will receive nothing in return other than wide, doe eyes and pinking cheeks… that promptly come into focus when the streetlight bathes them in light that shines brightest right before keith jams shiro’s spine into metal.
it doesn’t hurt, exactly. surprise is more of the culprit that knocks the wind out of shiro’s lungs. wincing is, unfortunately, a go-to response though and shiro does this with a wrinkled nose, closed eyes, and gritted teeth around a garbled noise.
wha… huh? he blinks open his eyes and tips his head back, glaring up at the street lamp. who the fuck put this street lamp here? annoyed question aside, shiro soon abandons it as a more pressing concern butts in. his expression slacks and he jerks a look back to keith’s face, ignoring the throbbing of his own back to ask a very concerned: ]
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it doesn’t hurt, exactly. surprise is more of the culprit that knocks the wind out of shiro’s lungs. wincing is, unfortunately, a go-to response though and shiro does this with a wrinkled nose, closed eyes, and gritted teeth around a garbled noise.
wha… huh? he blinks open his eyes and tips his head back, glaring up at the street lamp. who the fuck put this street lamp here? annoyed question aside, shiro soon abandons it as a more pressing concern butts in. his expression slacks and he jerks a look back to keith’s face, ignoring the throbbing of his own back to ask a very concerned: ]
You okay?