[That's nooooot it. Uh. He shakes his head a bit haltingly then, looks down feeling more self-conscious all of the sudden again, though he's keeping his hands on his face despite that.]
No - I mean, yeah, but I was. I just, um. [Kill him. This was a mistake. Can he still run? The teen nerves are suddenly too much lmao he groans, letting himself look back up to face him only because his expression has turned disgruntled by getting flustered on his own, all but pouting as he says and/or accuses.] Shiro, you're pretty.
[It's so unfair always, and you're not even doing anything. Help?? ? Anyway, this is Keith's life. You're welcome.]