He doesn't say it out loud -- even Keith can spare a little grace now and then, if grace means standing two steps back for an extra moment or two, arms folded, silent, avoiding messing up her shot. His eye follows the curve of water across the cooling shadows, the hole like a pinpoint from their distance. Pidge's second attempt lasts, it feels, longer than her first, but no better. The gun's stream tapers; off to the side, the booth's mechanical clown cackles, jangles its creaky arms in offensive glee as a siren swoops through the wannabe-comical notes of a loss: wah. wah. waaah.
Keith crosses over as the tune eddies away, quick and sure, to check out the gun from over her shoulder. A little too quick, maybe, when they're in strange territory, and he hasn't actually announced himself.
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He doesn't say it out loud -- even Keith can spare a little grace now and then, if grace means standing two steps back for an extra moment or two, arms folded, silent, avoiding messing up her shot. His eye follows the curve of water across the cooling shadows, the hole like a pinpoint from their distance. Pidge's second attempt lasts, it feels, longer than her first, but no better. The gun's stream tapers; off to the side, the booth's mechanical clown cackles, jangles its creaky arms in offensive glee as a siren swoops through the wannabe-comical notes of a loss: wah. wah. waaah.
Keith crosses over as the tune eddies away, quick and sure, to check out the gun from over her shoulder. A little too quick, maybe, when they're in strange territory, and he hasn't actually announced himself.
"Which one?"