[Warmth curls through his veins at the light in Keith's eyes. Shiro used to approach fights as teaching others how to survive and to get a little better at living another day. Combat was a means to an end. Sparring with Keith had been a way to connect and to communicate that mere words couldn't convey.
He reaches out and runs his hand along the side of his face, brushing his thumb along the soft skin of his cheek. He leans in and presses his lips lightly to his. His grey eyes are warm like the sun filtering through the clouds.]
Let's go. [Shiro takes his hand and opens the door, stepping out into the surprisingly bustling morning. He blinks and glances around. It's more foot traffic than he's used to.] ...whoa. I didn't think-
[He looks at Keith with a bright spark in his eyes. No matter how harshly life had tried to beat Shiro down at his core he's still a pilot and an explorer. New sights and people are exciting and wonderous.]
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He reaches out and runs his hand along the side of his face, brushing his thumb along the soft skin of his cheek. He leans in and presses his lips lightly to his. His grey eyes are warm like the sun filtering through the clouds.]
Let's go. [Shiro takes his hand and opens the door, stepping out into the surprisingly bustling morning. He blinks and glances around. It's more foot traffic than he's used to.] ...whoa. I didn't think-
[He looks at Keith with a bright spark in his eyes. No matter how harshly life had tried to beat Shiro down at his core he's still a pilot and an explorer. New sights and people are exciting and wonderous.]