"You know I hate the water, Shiro." Keith griped and crossed his arms to further express his agitation.
But Shiro stuck out his bottom lip, making puppy dog eyes. "Come on, baby bro. The guys wanna take one more trip before we have to leave town tomorrow. Can't I have the pleasure of being accompanied by the closest and dearest person to me? Do you really want me to leave without spending as much time with me as you can?"
Keith showed no sign of changing his mind, keeping his arms folded tightly over his chest. "You being deployed is not my fault."
"I never said it was... I just want you to have a good future, you know that right?"
"I told you, I was perfectly capable of getting a job myself." The younger kicked at the ground, "Not like it was hard in this godforsaken place."
"Hey," Shiro held Keith's shoulder, "don't talk like that. This is where Mom and Dad met, where you and I were born."
"Exactly. We've been stuck here forever. Or, I have anyway. You're off going to wherever the hell you want."
"Okay, let's not argue about this again. Just, please come with us. I promise it'll be quick." Shiro didn't receive an answer, only another kick to the dirt. "I really want to spend this time you, Keith."
He knew what Shiro said was true; he didn't want to leave things on a sour note either.
Of course, if Shiro really wanted to spend time with Keith, it should be something they both enjoy doing.
"Uugghhhh," Keith glared up at the sky and then dropped his head, "...fine." He finally muttered.
"Thank you!" Shiro squeezed Keith to his chest in a bear hug.
"Sure."
They headed down the pier, Shiro talking excitedly about all the fun it's gonna be, but a man... with no clothes?? (luckily he had a bush covering his... area) suddenly jumped out at them.
"THEY'RE OUT THERE!" He used large hand gestures towards the ocean and Keith screamed. "THE WIND SPOKE! THEY'RE GOIN' OFF IN THE WATERS! NO BOATS SHOULD GO OUT TODAY. THERE'S A STORM!!"
Shiro smiled patiently at the town's crazy coot while using an arm to shield Keith. "It's a clear, sunny day. There's no storm, Coran. It'll be perfectly safe. Come on, Keith, the guys are waiting for us. Less time here means less time on the water!"
Keith glanced back at Coran, who looked off into the distance. "I know! But these galahs won't listen!" He squinted at Keith once more, then hopped into a bush.
He only stared for a second longer, then ran to catch up to Shiro, but he slowly became more sick to his stomach with each step further onto the dock.
"So, I was thinking," Shiro began cautiously, "maybe we can go on just a small fishing trip?"
"Shiro-"
"Thirty minutes. Tops." Keith scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It'll go by like that, sport. I promise."
"Nobody even says sport anymore."
"Well I do." Shiro made his way up onto the boat, then hoisted Keith up.
"Keith!" He looked to the deck where Matt, Adam, Thace, and Kolivan were heading towards them. It was Matt who spoke, throwing an arm around Keith's shoulders. "You made it!"
He grinned at Matt and shrugged. "Anything for my brother."
Thace held a hand over his heart. "And what are we, chopped liver?" They all shared a laugh while Shiro untied the rope.
