[ imagine that, he got an answer. he doesn’t quite believe it, even as he’s standing there in the aisle, clutching the note that now has two lines. it’s crumbled in a way that has shiro curious, but not quite so invested to start looting around for probable answers. instead, he focuses on the only thing that matters here: he got an answer. now what the fuck is he meant to do with that? given the amount of time that has passed since his arrival and subsequent meeting at that shelf, shiro started this endeavor eighty-percent convinced he’d missed any chance of making contact. so he’s a little lacking in the planning stage beyond step one.
he’s got a pen though. for all his doubt, he’s harbored enough hope to keep a pen in his jacket pocket. using the designated note holding book as the backing, shiro smoothes the note over it and clicks the pen to have the ballpoint engage. only to then do nothing.
now that round two is a go, shiro hesitates. though, he might be getting ahead of himself. is it a go? you plan on reciprocating this time? shiro rereads that scrawl and frowns. that reads a lot like a a requirement, rather than a hopeful suggestion. shiro tries to picture it: this time, him on his knees, servicing a dick in a small, enclosed space, having no idea who it is he’s got his lips sealed around. without the aphro muddling up his clarity, it should be off putting. disgusting even.
heh. should be.
he taps the end of the pen a few times against the note. does he want to do this? yes. where does he want to do this? not here. how are they going to do this? he doesn’t know. but he supposes he doesn’t have to write out instructions yet. patience. don’t be to presumptuous. he’ll figure out the details while he waits for an answer. until then, he’ll jot down: ]
If you stick around long enough for me to.
[ if the man lasts long enough for shiro to, too. he huffs a brief, amused sound and tucks the note into the book, setting it on the shelf. then he leaves, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he does so, knowing that he’ll be back in an hour or two to check. ]
no subject
he’s got a pen though. for all his doubt, he’s harbored enough hope to keep a pen in his jacket pocket. using the designated note holding book as the backing, shiro smoothes the note over it and clicks the pen to have the ballpoint engage. only to then do nothing.
now that round two is a go, shiro hesitates. though, he might be getting ahead of himself. is it a go? you plan on reciprocating this time? shiro rereads that scrawl and frowns. that reads a lot like a a requirement, rather than a hopeful suggestion. shiro tries to picture it: this time, him on his knees, servicing a dick in a small, enclosed space, having no idea who it is he’s got his lips sealed around. without the aphro muddling up his clarity, it should be off putting. disgusting even.
heh. should be.
he taps the end of the pen a few times against the note. does he want to do this? yes. where does he want to do this? not here. how are they going to do this? he doesn’t know. but he supposes he doesn’t have to write out instructions yet. patience. don’t be to presumptuous. he’ll figure out the details while he waits for an answer. until then, he’ll jot down: ]
If you stick around long enough for me to.
[ if the man lasts long enough for shiro to, too. he huffs a brief, amused sound and tucks the note into the book, setting it on the shelf. then he leaves, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he does so, knowing that he’ll be back in an hour or two to check. ]