And I just need a minute [Closed]

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Who: Takashi Shirogane and Keith
Where: Their room in the temple
When: the 23rd, morning
Rating Pg-13 due to where this is going.
What: Shiro and Keith need to rearrange their room space and have a rather important talk about Season 6 related business and other things of a personal nature.



The wooden feet of the footboard he's hauling over his metal shoulder scrapes against the side of the door frame. He pauses and steps more to the left. The footboard is plain without any carvings or fancy adornment. Neither he or Keith care about making their shared room anything more than suitable for their needs.

He steps away from the open doorway and slowly lowers his burden down, propping it up against the stonewall. The hall is quiet with barely any foot traffic. Perfect time to exchange their beds for one singular bed.

He eyes the other pieces of his bed and runs his hand over the dark wood. He's stalling and he knows it. He forces himself to drop his hand and walks back into the room. This wrestling with himself has gone on long enough. If he keeps it up he'll go crazy. He retrieves a long plank from the side of the bed and clears his throat. "Keith," A minute passes and he bashfully ducks his head, the plank under one arm. "..." No words come out. It should be easy. The urge to reach out and tuck a lock of dark hair behind Keith's ear is hard to ignore.

so, why are the words so hard? He sighs and tries again. "Keith...we've got time. We should...talk about," He sweeps his hand back and forth about the room. "Us." It's not his best start. His heart is clenching in his chest and he is attempting and failing to hide how nervous he feels to even bring it up.

But it seems like no better time. They're already rearranging their space. It probably should have been brought up sooner. Yet... It's out there. That's what counts, isn't it?

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[lonered]

The door clicks open, and for one particularly wild moment, Keith very vividly pictures grabbing Shiro by his shirt, hauling him back into the room, slamming the door shut and kissing him until he forgets everything but Keith's name. It's a very tempting bit of imagination, but he pushes it aside, with a monumental effort and turns to follow Shiro out into the hall.

"Sounds perfect." And it does. Simple and practical works for him. For them. It's nice.

Keith is a mess too, hair in full disarray and likely beyond help, clothes disheveled. He catches sight of one of the marks he left on Shiro's neck and doesn't even bother trying to disguise the grin, terribly pleased with himself for it. Without a word, he starts walking, reaching out to catch Shiro's fingers with his own as he steps parallel with him and continues moving forward. "I'll make the coffee."

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"Good. I like your coffee." Keith makes it better than he does. It's really hard to think about making breakfast and coffee when his thoughts stray to the idea of going right back into their room and letting matters take their course. He smoothes out his shirt and fixes his hair a bit instead.

If at all possible, it makes him look messier. He lets it go. Shiro reaches for Keith's reaching hand and settles his hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "We can fix up the bed when we're done."

[lonered]

It is definitely a challenged to stay focused on much of anything right now, when the memory of being pinned to the door, by Shiro's body pressed close and solid and unyielding is still extremely fresh in his mind. But here they are, and Keith is soldiering on.

Watching Shiro try to put himself in order and fail helps. Keith has to look away to hide the grin that wants to rise. He tightens his fingers around Shiro's just briefly, before nodding.

"Right. The bed. Sounds like a plan." So long as they get there without being sidetracked this time. Probably doable. For now though, breakfast.