[ old-timer tunes… shiro has no idea what keith is talking about?? shiro’s taste in music has always been impeccable. shiro will always stand by the idea that tiny teen keith didn’t notice the tank running on empty when he stole the garrison’s jeep because he was too busy jamming to the evanescence file playing through the speakers. the thought has a small smile tilting his lips and surprisingly, it stays, even though shiro has no real desire to test his vocals.
in the shower? in a vehicle, alone? sure, shiro isn’t shy in belting out familiar lyrics, but in a tent, likely within earshot of a slew of acquaintances and one drunk boy now -- finally -- settling down? no thanks. and yet, even as he thinks this, he’s also shuffling through his memory bank, not only trying to pinpoint a song, but one he actually knows the lyrics to.
he hums, both in response and in some half-ass attempt to warm up a singing voice. ] I don’t know about real nice but -- here goes.
[ he continues to let keith hide his eyes under his hand. it helps in a way, though, shiro is also looking back to the top of the tent, which stems the last of his unease, enough so for him to start mid-song. ]
Oh, I am what I am. [ pretty decent. he can hold a tune. ] I’ll do what I want. But I can’t hide. [ classic music right here… and yes, he is powering through, despite the mix of awkward and shy warming his face from cheeks to ears. ]
And I won’t go. I won’t sleep. I can’t breathe -- until you’re resting here with me. [ recognize it, keith? likely not, but listen to the end message: rest. ]
i want you to know, this is the first song that popped into my head and idk how to feel about that.
in the shower? in a vehicle, alone? sure, shiro isn’t shy in belting out familiar lyrics, but in a tent, likely within earshot of a slew of acquaintances and one drunk boy now -- finally -- settling down? no thanks. and yet, even as he thinks this, he’s also shuffling through his memory bank, not only trying to pinpoint a song, but one he actually knows the lyrics to.
he hums, both in response and in some half-ass attempt to warm up a singing voice. ] I don’t know about real nice but -- here goes.
[ he continues to let keith hide his eyes under his hand. it helps in a way, though, shiro is also looking back to the top of the tent, which stems the last of his unease, enough so for him to start mid-song. ]
Oh, I am what I am. [ pretty decent. he can hold a tune. ] I’ll do what I want. But I can’t hide. [ classic music right here… and yes, he is powering through, despite the mix of awkward and shy warming his face from cheeks to ears. ]
And I won’t go. I won’t sleep. I can’t breathe -- until you’re resting here with me. [ recognize it, keith? likely not, but listen to the end message: rest. ]