riverviewlogs | October Catch All and Memory Share [open]

Not to leave yet.

[That honestly would help. To not have to be alone with his thoughts. He's spent most of his time with Galra alone when he wasn't fighting or being tortured. Having someone there was better than being alone even if he wasn't quite sure what to say to either help himself or help Keith understand this]

A distraction or something.

[Keith nodded a bit, and then considered the options.]

Hey, what about that video game?

[He gave Shiro's shoulders another slight squeeze before letting go. He got up and grabbed the TV remote, and the two controllers, clicking on the game system before coming back to the couch. He handed one of the controllers to Shiro.]

You up for another race? We didn't finish the last one.

[Because of that other stupid memory stuff, but this was different.]

[Shiro looked over as Keith suggested the video game, watching as Keith grabbed the controllers and turning the game system on. He did take the controller when Keith handed it to him. Well, that was true. He and Keith did need to finish their race. He took a deep breath and nodded]

Yeah, we do need to finish that race.

[Since Shiro seemed to have motivation to do something, Black moved back enough so he wasn't crowding Shiro, but his head was still draped over the arm of the couch]

[Keith turned on the TV and then changed the input so it was on the game system before putting the remote down.]

Should we do the same race?

[Yes, he was going to make Shiro choose. No more ambivalence here.]

[Yes, making him work is actually a good idea. If Keith had told him what he wanted to do, he would have done it without question. The fact that he had to come up with a response was harder, but more beneficial. It took him a few moments to process he had been asked for input and then to answer it]

Yeah, we should.

Alright.

[That was a good place to start, anyway. He could make Shiro pick some other different things after this race was over... like picking a new track... or a different character or car... But Keith decided to start easy.

He set up his own car and character the way he had it last time, waiting for Shiro to finish his selections before picking the track they had been racing on.]

[Shiro also picked his car as well, setting up as close to last time as he remembered. He might have picked something else, but Keith had done the same thing. So it should be like the other one, right?

Finally he got it together and looked over at Keith, giving him a nod]

Okay, when you're ready.

[Keith nodded and hit start. The game did a quick preview of the course, showing the corners and obstacles, and then narrowed down on the starting line with the cars. It counted down.

BEEP

Keith hit the accelerator button, leaning forward a bit as he got into the race.]

[Shiro watched the preview of the course, glancing over at Keith for the moment. As strange as it was, this was helping. Left to his own devices, Shiro had wanted to do nothing, even eat. Now he had a goal in his head. Granted the goal was winning at a video game, but it was a goal none-the-less.

When race started, Shiro hit the accelerator as well. The car he had picked wasn't as quick off the line as Keith's but it was no slouch either. As they started, a faint smile was starting to creep across his face.

If his eyes hadn't been looked on the game, he would have noticed that Black had turned its head to watch the race]

[Red propped herself up on the back of the couch from behind to watch over Keith's shoulder. Again, Shiro was able to catch up to Keith in the turns, as the car he'd chosen was better at handling, while Keith's was all about speed. It was hard to get through the corners with it, but he was hard to catch on the straightaways.]

[Shiro was able to make up ground on the turns because his handled better, but the straightaways were the problem. Keith could make up that ground there.

Oddly enough, at least Black seemed to be getting into it. The lion started grumbling which was actually more of a "Go Shiro go" sort of thing]

[Red picked her head up and stared at Black, then looked back at the TV. She grumbled a little as well. That got a slight chuckle out of Keith.]

We've got cheerleaders...

[Shiro spared a glance over at Black on the straightaway when there was little risk of crashing the car]

Yeah, it seems like it.

[Well, it was true that they hadn't had the lions last time and they were being mildly competitive so the lions were probably picking up on that]

[That got a small amused chuckle out of Keith. Red swished her tail now, feeding off his competitive nature, and suddenly feeling the need for him to win as a result. She made another rumbling noise as the game indicated last lap. Keith chewed a bit on his lower lip. No memories to mess it up this time... he hoped.

Unless one of those ghost things came through or something like that, but he wasn't thinking about it at the moment.]

[Black was getting competitive too, tail twitching as he watched the race on the screen. It was going to be close!

Well, let's see if Keith could continue with the race when they suddenly had another observer. Another figure had just walked in and stood within easy eyesight. Black even spotted it, turning his attention to figure, perking up.

And Shiro saw it too, but was fairly used to it being there now]

Hello, Ulaz.

[Yup. That got Keith's attention. It wasn't really surprising that he would come when they were together, considering both of them had interactions with Ulaz. But, the whole ghosts thing was definitely weird.

In the game, Keith's car sort of slid off the track and crashed into the wall.]

What the quiznak?

[Red stared, agitated, but silent.]

[Oop. Keith just crashed and Shiro was still going. He didn't seem too phased by the fact that Ulaz had just walked in]

Ulaz has been showing up for him for over a week.

[Surprise... Yes, Black was alert, but didn't seem upset by Ulaz there]

Because of the... ghost thing... yeah?

[He watched as the specter kept going and eventually left the room, juuuuuust in case.

Once Ulaz was gone, Keith glanced back at the screen, and noticed he'd fallen pretty far behind. He started up again, hoping to catch up before the end of the race, but the odds were against him.]

Yeah, the ghost thing. He seems to have been following me.

[Well, Ulaz didn't seem to hang around, at least for the moment. Shiro had only barely been distracted by the ghost so he was definitely in the lead now]

[Keith did his best to catch up, and he got close, but Shiro ended up winning.]

Oh, man... stupid ghost stuff.

[He grumped a little, and Red growled softly in response. Keith turned to put his hand on her nose for a moment. No worries, Red. He was fine. It was just a game.]

Yeah really.

[He looked over at Keith. He seemed to be doing better. More confident in the way he was moving. He still looked like he hadn't slept in days, which he probably hadn't]

Another?

[Keith glanced back at him and blinked. Well, that was a good sign, at least. He nodded.]

Sure. Best two out of three?

[He smirked.]

Sounds good. Should I pick the course for this one? Or did you want to?

[Yep, it was definitely a good sign. Also Black has left the couch area and wandered over to where Ulaz disappeared through the wall. When nothing seems to come back out, Black steps away then sits down, like he was daring the ghost to show itself again]

[Offering to pick? Definitely a good sign. Keith smirked.]

You pick.

[He was just going to ignore the fact that the ghost of someone who had saved all their lives (Shiro's twice, even) and sacrificed himself for it had walked past them in their living room.]

[Yeah, probably best they ignore there was a ghost in their house. ~~They can't even go a foreign dimension without being haunted by the Galra~~.

Shiro started flipping through the levels and finally found one that looked interesting]

How about this one?

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