[ he’s sweet like this. it’s a thought that comes to him suddenly and stubbornly stays despite how much he tries to dislodge it. keith’s drunk and vulnerable, and perhaps shiro’s had it wrong this whole time: maybe he shouldn’t have prompted keith to talk to him about his shy, hidden insecurities. shiro’s in it now though and he doesn’t know how to sever his curiosity enough to backstep out of this conversation. he can’t. he won’t. and that’s a blackmark against his character. still, he has enough courtesy and self-reproach to keep himself from asking the most obvious question: who.
in quick succession, he runs through who he knows keith’s interacted with. jake? can’t be. keith calls shiro an old-timer but jake is one. isn’t he forty or so? old enough to be keith’s dad, technically. what about that tim drake fellow? hell no. the james griffin debacle is enough to sour keith to him forever. who else, who else… shiro happened to see ren -- is that his name? -- sitting with keith earlier. maybe?
not that it matters. even with him holding bff title, it isn’t shiro’s business to know. he’s simply… curious. ]
You’re asking the wrong guy. [ soft laughter. ] I’m no casanova either.
[ good at motivating others, delegating and shooting idle chit-chat, sure, but when it comes to romance and flirting… -- shiro is of the mind that adam and him only happened due to adam’s persistence to overlook shiro’s extreme lack of suave. still spinning them slow, he gets a glimpse of the group over there by the fire, frowning faintly until his steps turn him enough to discourage his looking. he sighs then. ]
Just… you’re a catch, punk. [ he is smiling at least, which comes out in the lightness of his voice. he angles his head and plops his chin down on top of keith’s there nestled against him. briefly. just long enough for a playful knocking and then he lifts off. ] Walk straight up to this guy and ask him to get a drink with you. [ coffee shop drinks or a smoothie bar; shiro is still not condoning the alcohol overconsumption… despite current appearances. ] If you like him, he must be sane and any guy with two brain cells would say yes to you.
ah. the blocking was unsuccessful.
in quick succession, he runs through who he knows keith’s interacted with. jake? can’t be. keith calls shiro an old-timer but jake is one. isn’t he forty or so? old enough to be keith’s dad, technically. what about that tim drake fellow? hell no. the james griffin debacle is enough to sour keith to him forever. who else, who else… shiro happened to see ren -- is that his name? -- sitting with keith earlier. maybe?
not that it matters. even with him holding bff title, it isn’t shiro’s business to know. he’s simply… curious. ]
You’re asking the wrong guy. [ soft laughter. ] I’m no casanova either.
[ good at motivating others, delegating and shooting idle chit-chat, sure, but when it comes to romance and flirting… -- shiro is of the mind that adam and him only happened due to adam’s persistence to overlook shiro’s extreme lack of suave. still spinning them slow, he gets a glimpse of the group over there by the fire, frowning faintly until his steps turn him enough to discourage his looking. he sighs then. ]
Just… you’re a catch, punk. [ he is smiling at least, which comes out in the lightness of his voice. he angles his head and plops his chin down on top of keith’s there nestled against him. briefly. just long enough for a playful knocking and then he lifts off. ] Walk straight up to this guy and ask him to get a drink with you. [ coffee shop drinks or a smoothie bar; shiro is still not condoning the alcohol overconsumption… despite current appearances. ] If you like him, he must be sane and any guy with two brain cells would say yes to you.