[ now who’s being a little shit? big shit. keith doesn’t appreciate having his words thrown back at him, but shiro’s in luck; the fight is drained out of him, just as his energy is. he settles, instead, to retaliate by taking that comfortable landing spot of shiro’s shoulder and knocking his head against it. god, fuck, that is solid. he huffs, right there into the meat of shiro’s substantially large deltoid. ]
Shut up.
[ it reads fond, albeit slightly slurred from a mouth that doesn’t quite want to cooperate. leaning into shiro is a mistake, he finds, because he’s barely started and already his eyes have slipped shut, whole body easing into a slump. ]
Dunno what happened. [ he’s trying, though. he’s stubborn enough to force himself through it. ] Tired all of a sudden.
[ he curls his fingers into his bloody palm and squeezes around nothing, clenching until the throb has his eyes cracking open. it has to be from that. blood loss, no, but perhaps some magic tied to this place. ]
We gotta go.
[ but aside from a meager effort of pushing against shiro, keith hardly follows his own urging. ]
no subject
Shut up.
[ it reads fond, albeit slightly slurred from a mouth that doesn’t quite want to cooperate. leaning into shiro is a mistake, he finds, because he’s barely started and already his eyes have slipped shut, whole body easing into a slump. ]
Dunno what happened. [ he’s trying, though. he’s stubborn enough to force himself through it. ] Tired all of a sudden.
[ he curls his fingers into his bloody palm and squeezes around nothing, clenching until the throb has his eyes cracking open. it has to be from that. blood loss, no, but perhaps some magic tied to this place. ]
We gotta go.
[ but aside from a meager effort of pushing against shiro, keith hardly follows his own urging. ]