[ he anticipated blow back… just not of the thrusters kind. for the record, he does not squeal. though, he does make some sort of noise that is, perhaps, of a higher pitch than one would associate with someone of shiro’s stature. is it weird that he finds this impressive? carrying shiro’s weight with one, measured step after the other is one thing. running while holding two-hundred and twenty something pounds of dead weight on his back is another.
weight that is being jostled about in a rapidly concerning way. shiro’s given up keeping his head on top of keith’s – the first bump had his teeth clipping – but his arms are still looped around his neck, the fold tighter as he tries to control some of that bounce. it’s not an obnoxiously obvious bounce… but there’s friction in how his body is made to move against keith’s and… well, he does have his legs spread wide around those hips.
the high ring of his voice that’s given into laughter begins to trail off and all at once, something clicks in his brain. ]
Oh. [ a beat. another unintentional rub. ] Oh.
[ abort, abort. get those long, great legs to stop running. also, don’t think about them in that way. hastily now: ]
no subject
weight that is being jostled about in a rapidly concerning way. shiro’s given up keeping his head on top of keith’s – the first bump had his teeth clipping – but his arms are still looped around his neck, the fold tighter as he tries to control some of that bounce. it’s not an obnoxiously obvious bounce… but there’s friction in how his body is made to move against keith’s and… well, he does have his legs spread wide around those hips.
the high ring of his voice that’s given into laughter begins to trail off and all at once, something clicks in his brain. ]
Oh. [ a beat. another unintentional rub. ] Oh.
[ abort, abort. get those long, great legs to stop running. also, don’t think about them in that way. hastily now: ]
You win. Okay, you win. You’re the head.