[Oh no. Shiro is unreadable right now, and as Lance can get a good view of his form, he knows this isn't good. Shiro is too calculating, too cautious, watchful. He's waiting, and it's unnerving. Lance sometimes wishes Shiro would yell, because even though his voice is strong and terrifying, it feels like something easier to handle than this. He's dealt with yelling before, he's used to noise and loud anger. But Shiro? He hates dealing with an angry Shiro.
He stands right in the doorway, waiting for Shiro to make the first decision, and shoots that final hope of 'we will talk in the morning' out the window for favor of the kitchen table. It's not until he speaks that has Lance moving.
And Lance is furious. Shiro hasn't said no, but Lance takes it as Shiro refusing to hear him out at all. His eyes widen as he looks at the back of Shiro's head and he scowls more, as he finally walks in and shuts the door quietky. He doesn't talk as he wipes his shoes on the mat and then trudges over to the seat across from him. He drops himself in, crosses his arms, and slouches. It brings the bright, large bruise on Lance's cheek in full view in the light. A fight? Did he fall? It takes him a little longer to find words, trying to mimic Shiro's calm attitude--and it's not working very well.]
Fine. Forget it. Chew me out, tell me how big a fuck-up I am. How long am I grounded for this time?
do you think that means we'd also get cool metal limbs?
He stands right in the doorway, waiting for Shiro to make the first decision, and shoots that final hope of 'we will talk in the morning' out the window for favor of the kitchen table. It's not until he speaks that has Lance moving.
And Lance is furious. Shiro hasn't said no, but Lance takes it as Shiro refusing to hear him out at all. His eyes widen as he looks at the back of Shiro's head and he scowls more, as he finally walks in and shuts the door quietky. He doesn't talk as he wipes his shoes on the mat and then trudges over to the seat across from him. He drops himself in, crosses his arms, and slouches. It brings the bright, large bruise on Lance's cheek in full view in the light. A fight? Did he fall? It takes him a little longer to find words, trying to mimic Shiro's calm attitude--and it's not working very well.]
Fine. Forget it. Chew me out, tell me how big a fuck-up I am. How long am I grounded for this time?