[Keith was used to this. He spent two years basically playing Survivor with his mom on the back of one of those space whales. He'd spent at least year or more on either side of that time being a rebel soldier, both as part of a giant mech team and a team of ninja space cats. This sort of thing was automatic for him.
Even being somewhat falling down the corruption hole himself, he still had this injury management part of himself on autopilot.
He lightly tapped at the side of Shiro's face... enough to hopefully generate a response, but not enough to shake him.]
Hey... Shiro. Come on... you hear me?
[Waiting for the whale to get to Mouse House and bring Kosmo back (they couldn't talk to one another, so the whale couldn't exactly tell Kosmo "go to the beach") was going to feel like ages, though, and Keith finally looked back at Min-Gi.]
So... [Okay... Keith might feel a little bad for yelling at him.] Was he teaching you or something?
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Even being somewhat falling down the corruption hole himself, he still had this injury management part of himself on autopilot.
He lightly tapped at the side of Shiro's face... enough to hopefully generate a response, but not enough to shake him.]
Hey... Shiro. Come on... you hear me?
[Waiting for the whale to get to Mouse House and bring Kosmo back (they couldn't talk to one another, so the whale couldn't exactly tell Kosmo "go to the beach") was going to feel like ages, though, and Keith finally looked back at Min-Gi.]
So... [Okay... Keith might feel a little bad for yelling at him.] Was he teaching you or something?