[ oh, the singing? there’s a group by the fire playing instruments and making up lyrics as they go -- guess the newly formed band has its very first fan. except, keith’s humming doesn’t match the tempo sounding off behind him. it is familiar though. almost sounds like…
huh. keith knows that song?
he stares at that outstretched hand for an extended beat and then goes about taking it in his own. ]
It can be. [ what a ringing endorsement; perhaps shiro isn’t the best person to ask, not when his last experience is years old. he smiles crookedly. ]
I bet you’d be good at it. [ it’s not a forced nicety. he means it. fighting is a bit like dancing afterall. there’s structure to it and an intense awareness for one’s own body, all of which keith has demonstrated countless times now.
… and listen. if nothing else, keith’s got the legs for it. ]
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huh. keith knows that song?
he stares at that outstretched hand for an extended beat and then goes about taking it in his own. ]
It can be. [ what a ringing endorsement; perhaps shiro isn’t the best person to ask, not when his last experience is years old. he smiles crookedly. ]
I bet you’d be good at it. [ it’s not a forced nicety. he means it. fighting is a bit like dancing afterall. there’s structure to it and an intense awareness for one’s own body, all of which keith has demonstrated countless times now.
… and listen. if nothing else, keith’s got the legs for it. ]