✦✧ @sukailion
≼ 🔥 ≽ There’s a lot to deal with now, some loss of memory and a furthering denial of actually having died somehow. It’s stress on top of stress that both of them already had to begin with. He’d give anything to make Shiro feel better, but he felt as though he was at a loss of what to do for it, how to settle his anxieties. Shiro’s not aware that he can hear his thoughts, at least he doesn’t seem like he is, so Keith keeps it quiet and feels awful intruding, even as Shiro just smiles and pretends he’s fine...likely for Keith’s sake.
His thoughts are lost to him as he hears a whining coming from an alleyway, following it out of instinct until he comes across a puppy. Black and white fluffy fur with mismatched eyes, it reminds him instantly of his best friend. It’s way too cold for a puppy to be alone and he decides to take it, picking it up in his arms and heading directly back to Shiro’s flat. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the thing to help him a bit. He could only hope as he heads in, pausing before the door.
‘Hey. Shiro, I’m coming in now. Just...stay where you are and cover your eyes. It’s something good, I promise.’
It’s a surprise, after all, and he waits a moment to assure he followed orders before letting himself in and holding the puppy up to Shiro, blue and brown eyes staring up at the taller man, at her new owner.
“Okay, open your eyes.”
