[ bump into – right. shiro’s practically forgotten about the street lamp. he even forgot about the soreness of his back. attention brought back to it however, he tilts his head to blink up at the street lamp, reconfirming for his addled brain that yes, yes that did in fact happen and the culprit is still very much there. ]
Oh. [ he looks to keith, stares for a beat and then nods. ] Okay.
[ agreement comes easily in his current state. he has no mind for appearing any which way or proving that he’s entirely capable of handling himself. the concept of walking home on his own two feet isn’t occurring to him. he has a ridiculously large blindspot for it and instead, letting keith lead seems to be what he’s favoring tonight. so, with the idea of draping himself over keith’s back taking hold, shiro begins unwrapping the lock of his legs. ]
As long as I’m not too heavy. [ it seems important to say, but it doesn’t come across genuine. it’s empty and reluctant, like it’s offered out of a reflex for politeness, even though it’s quite obvious he doesn’t want keith reconsidering shiro’s size and the amount of blocks left to their apartment.
both feet on the ground now, he stays close to keith, next uncurling his arms to ghost his palms over his shoulders. ] I know you’re – strong. [ again. again he wavers before the word, strong coming out, ironically, weak. as for those moving palms of his? from his shoulders down to his arms, he actually pauses there to grip at keith’s biceps, giving twin approving, tiny squeezes. with shiro’s back to the street lamp, hopefully the majority of his face is left in shadow, because his cheeks are likely flushed and not wholly from the nip in the air either.
he’s in the middle of talking, isn’t he? he seems to remember this after a blatant hiccup in his train of thought and finishes somewhat lamely: ]
But I’m… big. [ precisely; that’s the reason keith gave for wanting to change up how he's carrying shiro. so – what’s shiro trying to accomplish here? frankly, he can’t remember. ]
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Oh. [ he looks to keith, stares for a beat and then nods. ] Okay.
[ agreement comes easily in his current state. he has no mind for appearing any which way or proving that he’s entirely capable of handling himself. the concept of walking home on his own two feet isn’t occurring to him. he has a ridiculously large blindspot for it and instead, letting keith lead seems to be what he’s favoring tonight. so, with the idea of draping himself over keith’s back taking hold, shiro begins unwrapping the lock of his legs. ]
As long as I’m not too heavy. [ it seems important to say, but it doesn’t come across genuine. it’s empty and reluctant, like it’s offered out of a reflex for politeness, even though it’s quite obvious he doesn’t want keith reconsidering shiro’s size and the amount of blocks left to their apartment.
both feet on the ground now, he stays close to keith, next uncurling his arms to ghost his palms over his shoulders. ] I know you’re – strong. [ again. again he wavers before the word, strong coming out, ironically, weak. as for those moving palms of his? from his shoulders down to his arms, he actually pauses there to grip at keith’s biceps, giving twin approving, tiny squeezes. with shiro’s back to the street lamp, hopefully the majority of his face is left in shadow, because his cheeks are likely flushed and not wholly from the nip in the air either.
he’s in the middle of talking, isn’t he? he seems to remember this after a blatant hiccup in his train of thought and finishes somewhat lamely: ]
But I’m… big. [ precisely; that’s the reason keith gave for wanting to change up how he's carrying shiro. so – what’s shiro trying to accomplish here? frankly, he can’t remember. ]