Little sneak peek of something I have in the works!! Thoughts?
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"Do you actually intend to get yourself killed?" Shiro scolded, holding the oxygen mask protectively against his younger, rather idiotic, friend's dirt smudged face. His hands obviously itching to emphasize his words as he spoke, yet they remained firmly placed on Keith's jaw, unwilling to move an inch until Keith's breathing stabilized.
Keith groaned, forcefully removing the mask from his face; he found it constricting when he was trying to argue. "It's part of the job description. We could all die on rotation." Keith argued, feeling Shiro glare whilst he muzzled him once more with his oxygen prison.
"Don't be snarky with me. Running in after we've deemed to either be clear or too far gone is just you being a reckless idiot, and don't you dare try and fight me on it." Shiro barked, tension in his brow. "No wonder none of the EMT's will look after you. You are a walking disaster." He sighed, looking down at Keith sadly.
Shiro continued. "We all know the risks, Keith. But there isn't any reason for you to take so many." Shiro's eyes softened as Keith went up to grab the mask himself, a glint of resignation at the bottom of his indigo irises.
"Thanks, Shiro." Keith mumbled through his mask, the sound muffled but definitely present.
