[ the fun house is a piece of cake. shiro has the cheats. just gotta keep the left hand to the wall and only turn that way; easy peasy. apologies to the clean-up crew who’ll be windexing long stretches of smudged mirror though. far too satisfied with his win and its special exit just for those victors, shiro steps back into the hustle an’ bustle of the circus grounds, mouth tilted on a full-blown smile.
alright. so next on the list: games? or perhaps he should find keith first. he knows he’s here; it’s just a question of whether or not he’s still being babysat. probably not, he thinks with some amusement.
though, on second thought, there is a third option: investigate. that’s what adi wants them to do, tch. he brushes the thought aside as he pulls out his phone, thumbing on the screen and tapping to open a textbox. he’s been here for two hours now and hasn’t seen anything other than friendly, accommodating workers and the typical, run-of-the-mill circus attractions. besides, he’s experienced enough shafting from adi that he thinks he’s earned at least a few hours of respite.
so -- keith? he’s only a few letters in when the screen -- blurs? no, his vision does. he blinks a few times and isn’t any better for it. so next, he clenches his eyes shut and lifts his head level, reopening his eyes almost immediately. he’s still only four or so yards from the exit of the fun house and yet, he feels misplaced. it looks different…? feels different. where was he going again?
it’s right then that his vision clears and he sees him, there, right there. ] Adam? [ or -- over there? ] Adam!
[ the horizon tilts and shiro stumbles right on that first step. the intended beeline for his target ends up more of a zig-zag as he tries to regain his bearings, so of course adam slips away into the crowd before shiro can ever reach him. after that, it becomes a mad dash. thankfully, the whirling of his senses seems to settle but even though he’s moving straighter, the surety of his strides is lacking and with him constantly scanning the crowd for one individual, he’s blind to everyone else.
sorry sir for barreling into you. sorry for knocking the popcorn out of your hands, ma’am.
every glimpse is just too short and every call goes unanswered and unacknowledged. he knows they parted on sour terms but why doesn’t he… why won’t he…
he ends up spotting another familiar face, one that thankfully stays put the closer he gets. ] Keith. [ agitated, confused, distressed -- shiro doesn’t have his usual attentiveness to maintain the facade of control. everything is plain to see and to hear in his voice. ]
Come on -- help me. [ perhaps what’s most telling is he skips any smile or proper hello, he merely grabs keith’s forearm as he breezes by, forcing him to match his quickened pace. ]
wildcard. ( "my immortal" edition )
alright. so next on the list: games? or perhaps he should find keith first. he knows he’s here; it’s just a question of whether or not he’s still being babysat. probably not, he thinks with some amusement.
though, on second thought, there is a third option: investigate. that’s what adi wants them to do, tch. he brushes the thought aside as he pulls out his phone, thumbing on the screen and tapping to open a textbox. he’s been here for two hours now and hasn’t seen anything other than friendly, accommodating workers and the typical, run-of-the-mill circus attractions. besides, he’s experienced enough shafting from adi that he thinks he’s earned at least a few hours of respite.
so -- keith? he’s only a few letters in when the screen -- blurs? no, his vision does. he blinks a few times and isn’t any better for it. so next, he clenches his eyes shut and lifts his head level, reopening his eyes almost immediately. he’s still only four or so yards from the exit of the fun house and yet, he feels misplaced. it looks different…? feels different. where was he going again?
it’s right then that his vision clears and he sees him, there, right there. ] Adam? [ or -- over there? ] Adam!
[ the horizon tilts and shiro stumbles right on that first step. the intended beeline for his target ends up more of a zig-zag as he tries to regain his bearings, so of course adam slips away into the crowd before shiro can ever reach him. after that, it becomes a mad dash. thankfully, the whirling of his senses seems to settle but even though he’s moving straighter, the surety of his strides is lacking and with him constantly scanning the crowd for one individual, he’s blind to everyone else.
sorry sir for barreling into you. sorry for knocking the popcorn out of your hands, ma’am.
every glimpse is just too short and every call goes unanswered and unacknowledged. he knows they parted on sour terms but why doesn’t he… why won’t he…
he ends up spotting another familiar face, one that thankfully stays put the closer he gets. ] Keith. [ agitated, confused, distressed -- shiro doesn’t have his usual attentiveness to maintain the facade of control. everything is plain to see and to hear in his voice. ]
Come on -- help me. [ perhaps what’s most telling is he skips any smile or proper hello, he merely grabs keith’s forearm as he breezes by, forcing him to match his quickened pace. ]
Adam’s here. We need to find him.