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Keith blinks, violet eyes flicking up and catching on Shiro’s dark grey hues. He holds his gaze as he tilts his head to the side ever-so-slightly, brows raising just a fraction higher in question. Had it been anyone other than Shiro, Keith might have been annoyed at having his train of thought interrupted. Since it’s Shiro, though, he can’t find it in him to be anything more than mildly curious.
“Mn? What is it?”












