still alive! just busy xD

i missed my Babies :)

Even thou they are dead and in after life they have sort of a routine around the house: naps, food ect.


~Chapter 45: Life After - Hair~

"What are you doing?"

"Ruffling Papa's hair." "Trying to scrub me bald!"

Keith laughed as Rika roughly ran her hands over Shiro's white hair and threw her hands up to look at the result, it was standing all over and the floof flopped down. Shiro glared at her and then lifted her away from his lap. "Here! Take your monstrosity!"

"You're the one who first adopted them." Keith retorted as he took Rika and blew raspberries in her cheek and neck.

Shiro carefully tames his hair and hissed at his sore scalp. "Well they picked up your brattiness!"

Keith grinned proudly as he walked away, feeling Rika play with his braid.

000

Keith put the scissors down and ruffles the newly trimmed floof and Ryou grinned widely. "White hair white hair!" "You are really trying to be a mini huh? How about the forelocks?"

"Hhmm... Old style good!"

Ryou giggles when his new floof got kissed before the dye was applied and bounced in on the toilet lid. "Rika looks like you when she braids her hair."

"And you look like Papa did before his forelocks were white and then all of it."

"Papa old."

"Then Kolivan is ancient?"

"Uuuuh... Yes?"

Keith snorts as he sets the timer and tinfoils the forelock so they can gets some food. Shiro was asleep in the shade and Rika was sprawled over his chest drooling. Keith gently snuck a small towel under her cheek and moves her hair from her face and with Shiro's floof he plays with it a little til Shiro tilts his head left and into Keith's hand, his lids starts to flutter.

"Nothing," Keith whispers and kisses him. "Go back to sleep Love."

Shiro doesn't answer but he does go back to sleep as Keith ducks back in and brushes the back of his hand to Ryou's cheek and grabs the sandwich and had just finished it and an apple when the timer went off and Ryou nyooms to the bathroom with Keith following at a slower speed. "Good thing nothing here can ruin your hair." He comments as he gets the tinfoil off and washes the dye away, no bleaching involded and after a towel ruffle and hairdryer a tiny white floof blends with the black and Ryou bounces on his feet and Keith picks him up mid bounce to swing him on his hip and nuzzles it.

"You are so cute!"

"I wanna show Papa!"

"When he wakes."

"Heh... Old man."

000

Keith joined Shiro after putting Rika to bed and finds Ryou all cradled in Shiro's arms and Shiro crying as he flexes his legs to swing the hang sofa gently. "Why?"

"He wanted to look like you. And you know I love the floof." He plays with Shiro's and reaches up to kiss it and Shiro huffs quietly. "Let your hair out?"

"Once our mini-you is in bed." Keith moves back as Shiro stands to head inside and comes out with some wine and Keith removes the hair-tie and Shiro combs his fingers through the hair. "I've missed this so much... Feeling how soft it is." They fit perfectly laying in the hang sofa and just runs their fingers through each others hair. Keith leans up a few times to sip his wine to not spill it on Shiro and smiles down at him.

"Happy 682nd anniversary." Shiro cackled before he sat up. "How? How have you put up with me for so long?!"

"I'm an enigma." Keith smiles into the kiss and holds his face. "We might have beat ever record about that bit too."

"You are."

000

"Baby Floof!" Was the first thing Rika said when she saw her brother on Shiro's back and Keith tugs her braid. "Then you are Baby Braid."

"Tehee!" Rika grins up at him and makes grabby hands. "Berries please!"

"Which ones?"

"Strawberry obviously aaaaand... Blueberries!" Keith sets the bowls before her and then the spoons as he sat down and smiles seeing Ryou still asleep on Shiro's shoulder and Shiro doing everything one handed. He held his mug and smiles into as Rika plopped in two giant strawberries looking like a chipmunk and Shiro running his hand over Ryou's floof over and over and it stood and fell, stood and fell.

If he wasn't already dead he would have died of this sight alone.


I'm not dead!

(but this idea nearly ended me)