[Keith watches as Shiro looks at himself in the mirror, curious. Still Shiro, without a doubt, but it's hard to miss the changes. Impossible to, given how well he knows every line and angle of the other man's face, as often as he's studied it, even in through the dark on those nights when sleep eludes him.
He reaches out to gather Shiro's hair back once the other pushes it out of his eyes. Maybe it'll be his turn for braiding Shiro's hair this time. But first he's turning to face Shiro when that touch traces his ear.]
Looks like. I wonder if that means we'll need the camouflage. [Either way it seems like they're meant to blend in.]
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He reaches out to gather Shiro's hair back once the other pushes it out of his eyes. Maybe it'll be his turn for braiding Shiro's hair this time. But first he's turning to face Shiro when that touch traces his ear.]
Looks like. I wonder if that means we'll need the camouflage. [Either way it seems like they're meant to blend in.]