[The first step he takes down into the basement he already knows something is wrong. It's the smell. Ten thousand years old, one would expect it to have dissipated, but maybe the door was hermetically sealed. Maybe what's down here was preserved. Maybe dark, dimly lit places just reach into some primal part of his brain and set off every alarm bell he has, but there is a part of him that vehemently does not want to continue on down.
Shiro reaches out and grabs Keith by the back of his shirt, dangerously close to just scruffing him like a cat.]
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Shiro reaches out and grabs Keith by the back of his shirt, dangerously close to just scruffing him like a cat.]
Wait. Keith.