I got you, Nonny. Because I love you.
Shiro frowned down at the black bayard.
It remained unmoved by his irritation.
“It’s really not hard,” Keith muttered, brow furrowed thoughtfully. He stared at the bayard like the sheer force of his gaze would force it to activate. It remained stubbornly in it’s original shape. “You just… do it.”
Huffing, Shiro eyed him. “Thanks.”