RP Starters

1- Drugged (Sheith)

Shiro glared up savagely at his captor, his grey eyes narrowed and full of suspicion. "Why are you going this?" He growled up at his 'teammate,' yanking at the cuffs holding his wrists together. However, he was weakened. He had been injected only a few moments earlier with a mysterious, yet familiar looking, liquid. Shiro couldn't quite put his finger on where he recognised it from but just did... andhe was certain that it wouldn't have any good effects. Moreover, his alien arm didn't seem to he functioning at all... but only Pidge seemed to know how his arm worked and she wasn't the one standing over him.... maybe she was involved somehow? Or Hunk maybe? However, Shiro tried not to think about this too much, by wanting to distrust anyone else in his team, and held his glare, barely blinking. "Tell me-gh... whyyy.. I'm here." He struggled to demand, his words now suddenly slurred and drunk sounding, which caused his captor to let out a shrill chuckle.
"Oh Takashi" He giggled in amusement, reaching down to run his long fingers through the white tuft of hair. "Don't worry you little, soon to be dumb, head..."
Naturally, although he was usually quite cool-headed, Shiro began to panic. Why couldn't he talk right? And why did he feel so weak?! He knew that it must've been the injection but it was working so swiftly and Shiro felt the familiar sensation of his mind going blank... His jaw also went slack very quickly. 'Snap out of it... come on sh- ah... what was my name again?' Shiro creased his brows as he thought hard but in the end he just couldn't remember.
Noticing the mans confused expression, the captor grinned and cupped his cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "Try not to think or say too much..." He whispered as Shiros sharp grey eyes began to dilute. "Good boy. You're mine now okay?"
"Yours?" Shiro slurred questioningly.
"Yes... good boy... now you are gonna wear this collar and do as I say alright? And you're weak but I'm sure your body will prove to be /very/ helpful to me" The captor smirked, dirtily, watching Shiros movements.
The black paladin nodded, gazing up at the red paladin in submission.
(Plz continue as Keith!)