Right. [He gives a short nod even though Shiro doesn't actually finish that sentence, nor is Keith sure what he was going to say. There's an anticipatory buzz in the air, like static, like the thrum they all feel when they synch up with the Lions.
Keith clears his throat, ducks his gaze when he realizes he's staring at the spread of Shiro's legs as he comes around to the front of the chair. In any of the other Lions, they wouldn't be able to comfortably make this work. He'd be on Shiro's lap, squeezed tight into those smaller seats, and that--
That's making him go just about as red as his armor. It's a little ridiculous how stiff he is as he moves to sit, given how natural it usually feels for them to touch. Keith's on the edge of the chair, spine rigid and palms resting on his own thighs even as he feels the warmth of Shiro's beside his.
He should scoot back and relax, probably, so he doesn't fall off as soon as Black gets moving.]
Think this is her idea of a team-building thing? [Keith turns his head just slightly to look at him, then settles back a little more comfortably: not quite leaning back against Shiro's chest, but close enough that their bodies are more or less flush.]
whispers cover your eyes black
Keith clears his throat, ducks his gaze when he realizes he's staring at the spread of Shiro's legs as he comes around to the front of the chair. In any of the other Lions, they wouldn't be able to comfortably make this work. He'd be on Shiro's lap, squeezed tight into those smaller seats, and that--
That's making him go just about as red as his armor. It's a little ridiculous how stiff he is as he moves to sit, given how natural it usually feels for them to touch. Keith's on the edge of the chair, spine rigid and palms resting on his own thighs even as he feels the warmth of Shiro's beside his.
He should scoot back and relax, probably, so he doesn't fall off as soon as Black gets moving.]
Think this is her idea of a team-building thing? [Keith turns his head just slightly to look at him, then settles back a little more comfortably: not quite leaning back against Shiro's chest, but close enough that their bodies are more or less flush.]