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Who: shiro + keith
When: perm log for these idiots
Where: all over
Summary: say, say o playmate from the august tdm. the butcher's camp from the september tdm. quarter pounder from the september event. keith's birthday. hermy the wormy from the december tdm. in the hive from the december event.new year, new you from the january tdm. end of january, references january event.
Warnings:
say, o say o playmate: hallucination, blood, ritualistic sacrifice, claustrophobia.
the butcher's camp: animal death, animal mutilation, both human and animal butchery, implied cannibalism, stripping ( nsfw ).
quarter pounder: blood, animal attack, consumption of human flesh, violence, gore, body horror, potential for severe injury, including puncture wounds and broken bones, potential for choking, potential for animal death.
keith's birthday: boys being stupid.
hermy the wormy: worms, decay, altered mental states/compulsion, emotional corruption, potential for violence, body mutilation, attempted murder.
in the hive: insects/swarms, bites, vomiting, body horror, death ( npcs ), mental and physical trauma
new year, new you: self-doubt, body dysmorphia trauma, cringe talk about sex safety, hook-up culture, body modification ( steroid and synthol oil use ), mention of drug use
end of january: implied animal death, self-doubt, body image issues, body dysmorphia, self-harm, body mutilation, skin burning, drug use mention ( tren steroid ), implied extreme dieting ( starvation & dehydration ), nsfw ( heavy petting and nudity ). reference to shiro's scars.
When: perm log for these idiots
Where: all over
Summary: say, say o playmate from the august tdm. the butcher's camp from the september tdm. quarter pounder from the september event. keith's birthday. hermy the wormy from the december tdm. in the hive from the december event.new year, new you from the january tdm. end of january, references january event.
Warnings:
say, o say o playmate: hallucination, blood, ritualistic sacrifice, claustrophobia.
the butcher's camp: animal death, animal mutilation, both human and animal butchery, implied cannibalism, stripping ( nsfw ).
quarter pounder: blood, animal attack, consumption of human flesh, violence, gore, body horror, potential for severe injury, including puncture wounds and broken bones, potential for choking, potential for animal death.
keith's birthday: boys being stupid.
hermy the wormy: worms, decay, altered mental states/compulsion, emotional corruption, potential for violence, body mutilation, attempted murder.
in the hive: insects/swarms, bites, vomiting, body horror, death ( npcs ), mental and physical trauma
new year, new you: self-doubt, body dysmorphia trauma, cringe talk about sex safety, hook-up culture, body modification ( steroid and synthol oil use ), mention of drug use
end of january: implied animal death, self-doubt, body image issues, body dysmorphia, self-harm, body mutilation, skin burning, drug use mention ( tren steroid ), implied extreme dieting ( starvation & dehydration ), nsfw ( heavy petting and nudity ). reference to shiro's scars.
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… which is inevitably ruined with a pie. between the hip bump and pie, shiro’s expression slacks and he sputters instead. but keith’s still talking, coaxing shiro to unwillingly forego his grumbling correction to shuffle through an array of thoughts and emotions. very quickly, in fact. pie: grumble pout. taking his pants off: a mental pause, a hard blink and a silent oh. a sly, ridiculous joke that’s right up there with shiro’s particularly brand of humor: fuck, he’s swelling with pride, amusement, glee… – only for the second pie to catch up with him.
he rolls his eyes and exaggerates it with an accompanying upward tilt and lull of his head. ]
Pizza. [ there’s little point in pretending though; he’s grinning wide. he will, however, issue some swift punishment by hooking his arm around keith’s neck and hauling him in close to his chest for a headlock. keith just said he wasn’t made of glass, right? ]
And no way. It’s weird if I do it alone. [ as opposed to standing side by side with someone else with equally soiled pants. look, shiro isn’t taking one-hundred percent of the delivery guy’s judgment. it’s already going to be bad enough if it’s the same dude that was here not twenty minutes ago. so shiro will be joining the pantless party, thank you, after he makes a phone call, that is.
with that in mind, he lets go of keith, snagging that same hand in keith’s hair to give it a one-two, quick ruffling before he goes about pulling out his phone. ]
So do you want the same thing? Or something different? [ he’s already swiping to his call log, finding the pizza joint’s number at the top. he abruptly abandons that though and points the phone at keith, expression stern. ] And don’t say same because you think that’s what I want.
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Hey!
[ before he bursts into laughter and a bit of half hearted wriggle and arm raise maneuver to protect his head. the lock doesn't last long enough to keep retaliation on the table, but it's certainly an option for when tromping around doesn't also carry the risk of one of them literally stepping on an already squashed pizza. he straightens up, wavy bird's nest hair wild for a few seconds before he gives his head a quick shake and bangs mostly fall back into place. ]
So what, you'd actually order anchovies and pineapple toppings if I asked?
[ heavy teasing is heavy here. in truth, he was quite happy with the meat lover's selection and does not actually approve of either of those toppings. ]
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Yeah.
[ there are two types of people: those who see pineapple on pizza as sacrilegious and those who don’t care. shiro lands in the second category, though he doesn’t particularly like the topping with a bite of pizza. he’ll pluck off the pineapple wedges and pop them in his mouth though. that’s fine. he figures anchovies could be dealt with the same way, except rather than going into his mouth, they’d go straight into the trash compactor.
still upbeat, still grinning, he turns the phone back toward himself. ] Because… – heh. Don’t make me say it again.
[ it’s your birthday. he's becoming a broken record. ]
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[ that isn't how shiro was supposed to respond to that, but the underlying sentiment catches keith just off guard enough that he blinks. is it surprising that shiro would get whatever horrible topping combinatiion that keith asked for on account of his birthday? no. not really. but having the tease lobbed right back at him so effortlessly but with dead accuracy right in the heart still stuns keith into silence for a little longer than it should.
all at once, keith offers up a sheepish smile that expands into outright laughter. suffice to say, he's never really known how to handle his own feelings, and rather than throwing out a more genuine i appreciate you, keith ends up throwing out his arm to muss through shiro's floof to get a nibble at some delayed sweet revenge. ]
I liked your meat pie just fine, dd.
[ he retracts his fingers before shiro can grab his hand and takes a step away from the bed and the pizza. turning around, he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. ]
No pineapple or anchovies.
[ .... just to make sure there won't be any trolling here. ]
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oh, indeed.
but shiro’s rudely knocked out of his… whatever, by a hand in his hair and a new nickname…? or not new new; a nickname for his nickname. it takes him a moment to work through it but he does get that dd equals two d’s which translates to deep dish. ha, so very clever, keith. said boy is out of reach by the time shiro remembers he should be tipping the hair war back in his favor. going after him is out of the question a beat later when shiro realizes he’s unzipping his pants.
when keith said he was going to ditch the pants, shiro didn’t realize he meant dropping them right here, right now. a huge oversight on shiro’s part and a foolish one at that. he stripped out of his shirt a handful of minutes ago, it’s not like this is odd in light of that. it’s only that shiro is promptly reminded that keith is wearing his shirt. one that hangs low. roughly mid-thigh.
… he did say that keith has great legs.
he clears his throat and turns his back to keith. ] Okay. An exact replica of our dearly, departed deep dish. Coming right up.
[ placing the order takes less than thirty seconds. there is a brief didn’t you get your previous order that shiro tries to breeze by quickly. of course he gets the person who takes their job seriously. hanging up, he tosses his cell on the bed and… doesn’t chance a glance at keith just yet, instead stepping over toward his hamper, trying to decide if he should also strip down in the middle of his room. ]
Who won by the way? [ it’s been an age, but he finally, finally chews up the last of his candy and swallows. ]
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who won? keith huffs in amusement as he bends low to scoop his pants off the floor and turns around, looking triumphant. ]
I won, obviously. Because -- [ and here's shiro's apparently infallible logic for the day. ] It's my birthday.
[ grinning wide, keith pauses to take his phone out of his pocket before turning the pants over to assess the splatter on the back. it is, to nobody's surprise, in dire need of a wash to get the tomato sauce and cheese grime off. frowning, keith lifts up the shirt again to get a look at his boxers just to affirm those are still clean before letting his pants fall into the hamper. ]
No objections I take it?
[ tease offered with a hand clapped on shiro's shoulder, he grins yet again.... and then wrinkles his nose when the lift of his arm makes the shirt slip to the other side to bare his other shoulder. maybe he should just ... get changed into his own clothes, huh. [
shiro's 'oh shit i'm massively gay' icon
and why is shiro so intent on noticing this?
i’m not. fuck, now he’s arguing with himself. perhaps that’s part of why he’s so amendable to keith’s teasing. he’s too busy arguing with himself that he can’t take on arguing with someone else: so here. have a headshake. it’s slow in a clearly distracted way and he thinks, unhelpfully, that there are no objections to anything here. not to keith having his way because it’s his birthday and not to keith standing there, right there next to shiro, showing off his great legs.
keith is wrinkling his nose. for a split second, shiro thinks shit, he’s being weird, isn’t he? he’s looked a little too long and keith’s caught on; keith can probably tell the direction of shiro’s thoughts by the heaviness of his gaze and now he’s going to skip the play fighting and actually kick shiro’s ass. except… oh. there’s his shoulder again.
relief floods shiro’s system and he’s drunk on it for a handful of moments, shoulder relaxing under keith’s hand and breath coming out in a tumbling laugh. ]
Gosh, you’re drowning.
[ he lifts his own hand to keith’s naked shoulder. though, they aren’t quite two idiots standing there in his room, clasping shoulders. shiro pinches the edge of that collar and pulls it up, bunching the material to sit it high on keith’s shoulder. as soon as he lets go though, it slides right back down again. another laugh, smile coming to him easily. ]
Obviously you’re smaller than me but guess you’re a lot smaller than me.
it's a cute look on him!
>ugh. keith's height hasn't ever been a point of bruised pride before, even while the majority of his peers shot up around him during those incredibly awkward initial stages of puberty. but it's in knowing the kinds of guys shiro would rather go to fancy steak "missions" with that keith feels a twinge of resentment.
irrational? maybe. of course it's obvious keith is smaller than shiro in stature and in bulk as this baggy shirt is currently demonstrating a little too effectively. however, that doesn't mean... ]
Uh-huh, keep lording it over my head. [ grumped as keith yanks shiro down by the collar to stick him in a headlock. ] You're not that much bigger than me.
i like how this icon and your last one kind of go together.
he smiles wider at such thoughts and grips at keith’s forearm, tucked there against his throat. again, it lacks the strength necessary for escape and he merely hangs on. ]
Whatever you need to tell yourself.
[ he sounds delighted, perhaps more so when compared to the grumbly grump of keith’s words. speaking of which, he should do something about that, huh? free hand finds keith’s hip and drops lower, following to the edge of his borrowed shirt until he touches skin.
he pinches his thigh. ]
There. A pinch to grow an inch. [ not that it’ll do keith much good in closing the size gap between them. still: ] You’re welcome.
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so that thigh shiro had been pinching? shiro can enjoy the feel of flexing muscle as keith pivots down low to pull shiro up onto his back and throws him up and over to bounce harmlessly on his bed. the move is completely ill-advised as it means there will be pizza sauce will end up smeared even more places, but you know what? sacrifices have to be made to make a point sometimes. ]
Think I like the sound of "a throw to grow" better.
[ hmph. ]
i feel like i've been left on read. it hurts.
… this is different.
leaning hard into momentum and letting the weight of his own body aid in a throw is a far cry from squatting shiro’s bulk. what’s he weigh these days? two-fifteen? two-twenty? fucking hell. those are the words that sound off in his head as he sails through the air. he doesn’t flip but he comes off keith’s back in a half roll, so when he hits the sheets, he bounces on his back.
huh. so here he is again. once more staring at his ceiling. he blinks, part dazed, part awed, not quite connecting the dots just yet that his comforter is now stained. what comes out is a genuinely curious: ]
Who grows? The thrower or the thrown? [ he pushes himself up on his elbows and looks at keith. ] Because if it works like the pinch, aren’t you just making things worse for yourself?
shush now
It works in my favor. [ a beat. can shiro guess what the reasoning is? ] Because it's my birthday today.
[ here, he does crack and laugh a little. is this what they mean when they say 'drunk with power?' keith doesn't know, but becoming a low key birthday tyrant is fun while it lasts. reaching across, he gives shiro's floof a vigorous lil scrub and pulls back, all cheeky smiles. ]
/leaves this on read
You little twerp!
[ a short tussle and a more muscled pull later, and they’re right back to where they were five minutes ago: duking it out in a round of wrestling. this time, shiro isn’t playing idle, which is, perhaps, why it lasts so long. five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, how long has it been? every time one manages a pin, that success is ripped away and it’s right back to fast moving limbs, grasping hands and bodies trying to leverage weight.
the bed is ruined; actually ruined. a few tosses into it, shiro remembers the sorry state of his pants, purely because his head ends up pressed to the bedding right next to a smear of meat bits. the wrestling continues though. surely tomato sauce washes out? the comforter is crooked, half off the bed, pillows are knocked to the floor – hopefully nowhere near the pizza carcass – and the fitted sheet has been untucked from the two, top corners.
his poor bed…
doesn’t matter though, because it all pays off in the end, with shiro on top and keith underneath him. it’s reminiscent of the pin that started all of this but this time, it’s solid. strong. shiro’s confident in the heavy seat of his ass on keith’s thighs and the lean of his body, supported by locked arms, both hands holding keith’s wrists to the mattress. grinning wide on a blossoming sense of victory, the shortness of shiro’s breath does little to take away from that. ]
Ha! Not so smug now, are you, birthday boy?
WOW,
it ought to be disgusting, really. shiro's kept his tragic pants on, and the remains of their pizza are being smeared all around the bed, and probably on keith himself meaning he's going to need a shower rather than a simple of change of clothes, but honestly? when he isn't focusing, he's laughing, but focusing takes precedent when his best friend grapples and means it.
of course, eventually he's out of breath and much much sooner than he'd like to be. a light elbow, a firm grip here and there are impossible to avoid completely and his healing ribs start to ache. nonetheless, keith isn't exactly about to take getting pinned this go around lying down, so he tries anyway. bending both legs, he drives his heels into the mattress to lift up and see if he can twist to his sides. with his torso pressed down under shiro's weight though, it's clear keith isn't going anywhere -- at least not without putting more strain on his ribs.
he tries not to grimace, but the sharp breath and wince is all too obvious anyway. the twinge subsides immediately as keith relaxes again, but the damage is already done, isn't it? fuck. keith forges on like nothing happened. ]
Putting me down on my birthday. THat's just cruel.
[ banter with him, please. ]
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Shit. [ he lets up the pressure on keith’s wrists, only to let go completely. he lets his hands hover for a beat and then he sits up fully, fingers curling into his palms. ]
This was a bad idea.
[ he knew it. this is why he’d been so hesitant the first go-around. he shouldn’t have let keith rile him up like this and forget – fuck, not that this is keith’s fault in any way. it’s shiro’s. he should’ve stuck to his earlier decision and kept those kids gloves firmly pulled on. can he say any of this though? no. he’s fairly certain if he dares to suggest blame for himself or issue an apology, keith will have words. the bad idea is already skating on thin ice. ]
Here, lemme just… [ he doesn’t finish it. merely presses his lips together on a frown and shifts on his knees, getting his weight off keith. now just to unstraddle his hips and give keith all the space he needs.]
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It wasn't a bad idea.
[ stated firmly, without hesitation. as shiro starts to untangle himself, keith interferes, similarly without pause. first, legs wrap tight around shiro's back, and as soon as his wrists are free, he grabs shiro's wrists tight, holding him in place to look him directly in the eye. ]
It was nice to roughhouse with you again. I was having a lot of fun.
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Me too.
[ it comes out soft; just as gentle as the gentling of his eyes. he doesn’t forget the wince but he finds solace in the fact that keith is relaxed and steadfast, completely confident in the current state of his healing to hold on as he is. so maybe shiro is overreacting. maybe he shouldn’t try to wrap keith in bubble wrap at the first sign of discomfort. keith knows himself. keith is fine. it’s been weeks upon weeks upon weeks and shiro…? well: ]
I’ve missed you. [ there’s a self-conscious laugh that follows that, feeling the bare minimum of embarrassment for admitting as much. he’s seen keith every day since the incident. keith’s been back in the apartment for weeks. still, today is the first day that they’ve felt a little more like them.
he smiles, a touch shy. ] Kind of feels like I finally have my best friend back.
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it's three simple words, arguably far less consequential than the three shiro had given him in the forest, but they still make keith's heart flutter in his chest. i've missed you. it ought to be ludicrous because yeah, they've seen each other every day, but the words so perfectly encapsulate what he'd been feeling and trying to say, but couldn't articulate.
he never drops eye contact, even as he slowly loosens his hold on shiro's wrists, expression warming with a kind of shy hopefulness. ]
I've missed you, too.
[ is the sentiment really that simple? was all that frustration he'd felt about shiro being overly careful really as simple as heartache over someone who's right there? it's so weird to think, if only because missing someone has always been about a tangible void in his life. but then this.. just feels right somehow and really good to finally say. ]
I've missed you a whole lot.
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with the pressure loose on his wrists, shiro pulls them free and presses them to the bed to better support the hover of his body. he leans slightly more into keith with the adjust, seemingly unconcerned at the current positioning of their bodies. he’s aware… but also not. it's difficult to give his attention to much of anything when keith’s looking up at him, tentative in his hope, with his smile and gaze both heartachingly honest and shy and sweet and – ]
Yeah?
[ it comes out breathy, clearly hopeless in his delight upon hearing keith misses him just as much. eagerness has him leaning down further, palm support shifting to forearm support instead, and still, he’s undeterred by the closeness. if anything, it eggs him on to have him teasing: ]
A whole lot? That’s serious.
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it shouldn't kickstart a thumping heart rhythm, but it does -- an awful loopy thing that makes keith want to squirm. he swallows slowly, adam's apple bobbing visibly up down in his throat as he tries to figure out what to say. the honesty from one second ago has become teasing, and the whiplash is something he needs an extra beat to recover from. slowly, cautiously he lifts up his hand and sets it on his best friend's shoulder. whether that's meant as an invitation to come further down or act as a barrier to preserve what space is left over, keith couldn't say. ]
Is it?
[ unlike shiro, keith isn't smiling back, but the question is asked still in that overly earnest tone. ]
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Yeah.
[ this time, the teasing of this voice is gone. honeyed-warm and faintly amused that keith, perhaps, took what he said at face value, shiro extends his fingers of his left out, flicking at the hair draped over keith’s ear. ]
That’s a good thing. [ it wasn’t a call-out. would be pretty silly for shiro to fault keith for missing shiro with such earnest intensity, when shiro is just as: ]
I’m serious about this too. [ missing him. wanting to be with him in all his pockets of free time. the lines might be getting blurred a bit on what shiro is talking about exactly but the sentiment is the same: he’s happiest when he and keith are carefree like this and he wants more of it. ]
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whatever's going on with his heart doesn't do him the courtesy of knocking it off, and instead the wriggly feeling spreads to his stomach. if he were in any state of mind to analyze, he'd realize that's what people mean when they talk about butterflies in their stomach. as it is though, his head's gone completely blank on how to continue this conversation that shiro wants to have.
uh-huh? that's good? -- yeah, no. he'd rather never speak again. wanting very badly to swallow and re-wet his mouth and lips, keith instead breathes out, fingers tentatively spreading wide around shiro's shoulder. ]
I.... um.. Had a really nice birthday today.
[ it's a complete non-sequitur -- one that he should really be kicking himself for, but he's entirely sincere about it. ]
Thanks.
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the teasing is back, though not quite as blatant as before. ]
It’s not over yet.
[ they still have pumpkins to carve and a large pizza to polish off. he knows what keith means, of course, but he grins and tugs gently at a section of hair, splayed there on the bedding. one tug, two and then he relents on that teasing, once more gentling with honesty. ]
But I’m happy to hear that. I’m glad I could do this for you. [ a pause. perhaps that’s where he should have stopped, remembered his cue to unwind keith’s legs and put some distance between them, but he’s so caught up in having keith staring up at him, that his mouth starts running. ]
We could do things like this more often. You know, set aside a day each week to get away from ADI and go out.
[ – and do things. similarly to how they used to escape the garrison compound to go hoverbiking. there’s nothing keeping them from doing whatever they want, when they want together, but with their immense duty here between jobs around hq and investigating out in the field, it would be nice to have something structured. some assurance that they don’t lose track of time and forget how to be friends outside of responsibility. ]
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maybe that's for the best? keith couldn't say for sure on this count either. where words tend to fail him, action doesn't. but what would action even have looked like here? an experimental kiss back on the forehead? ]
...Heh.
[ the short laugh bursts out of him as more of that nervous tension gets released. looks like he doesn't have to think about this any further, huh? ]
I like the sound of that.
[ mind you, he doesn't know what they're gonna find to do together, but he supposes that'll be their problem to tackle and solve together. after another moment, he reaches up with his other hand to give floof a tug. ]
Dunno if we're gonna find anything as cool as cliff diving though.
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I should’ve taken you surfing months ago when it was warmer. [ he smiles through the words, even as regret twinges his voice. considering their first encounter with the supernatural involved creatures lurking in the waves, shiro has an excuse. still, looking back on sunny days, he does see the missed opportunity for what it is. it’ll be months before they’re through fall and winter. ]
Did it a bit when I was younger. [ not particularly well. he was barely into his teens when he shipped off to arizona for galaxy garrison, not to mention his medical problems had him spending a lot of his free time with doctors as they tried to pin down an accurate diagnosis of what was wrong with him. perhaps it’s like riding a bike though; you never quite forget the skill. and even if it’s not, he and keith can learn how to do it together. it’s a nice thought and he almost hopes they get the chance to try it out come spring. they’d be coming up on a year being here though, is that truly what he wants? ]
There’s also – [ and he cuts off on a loud knock. ] Oh, pizza.
[ he almost forgot. heh. the warm ambience breaks and all at once, he comes to, every inch of body contact coming into focus. he huffs to keep himself centered on the goal without getting sidetracked; he’s very diligent then, as he pushes himself up and untangles from keith’s legs. he gets up from his ruined bed, knowing he shouldn’t look but his gaze goes there anyway: as he stands up, he looks at keith there against the ruined bedding, hair a mess from all their wrestling and borrowed shirt askew on his shoulders, hem pushed at the waist to showcase boxers and those very long legs.
he clears his throat and skirts his gaze away, giving himself a mental shake as he starts moving toward the door. he picks up his previous train of thought: ]
Sledding. [ it comes out a touch louder than necessary. he pulls at his floof, putting life back into it and forces a smile as he goes. ] I’ll get you one of those saucers when the snow sticks. A red one.
[ he’s almost to the door. right before he exits, he tosses a grin over his shoulder and then he’s out of sight, calling back: ] And we’ll find the steepest hill in Gloucester.
[ he doesn’t remember the mess of his pants until the delivery boy – the same one as before, unfortunately – eyes up the stain, so shiro has no recourse other than to smile and laugh awkwardly through a non-explanation. yeah, had an accident. the rest of the evening is nice though. pizza eaten without incident, pumpkins finally carved and set out on the balcony with tiny candles lit inside – yes, everything goes well. the clean up of shiro’s room isn’t bad either. the trash bags handle most of the mess. as for the bed? shiro will take the comforter and sheets to the cleaners tomorrow; thankfully he has a spare set of sheets for tonight.
by the end of it all, it’s closing in on eleven and while it earns shiro a teasing old-timer, he’s beat and ready to call it a night. not without wishing keith one last happy birthday and a goodnight though. ridiculously walking keith over to his door, they share their nightly ritual of a hug and its then that keith, looking shy with his bright yellow, cactus candy box clutched between his hands, tiptoes to press a kiss to shiro’s cheek.
keith’s crafty. he asks shiro to close his eyes first.
by the time the surprise ebbs and shiro snaps open his eyes, he gets a glimpse of keith pink faced and scrambling, ducking into his room with the door clicking shut almost instantaneously. shiro stares at the paneling of keith’s door for long moments and then slowly turns away, stepping the short distance to his own room.
huh. so is this how keith felt when shiro pressed a kiss to his forehead? shiro bites his lip and feels the smallest of smiles tug at the corner of his mouth. huh indeed. he wonders then, if keith is stuck thinking, just as shiro had been, that it felt right too. ]