[ shiro gave the time and the place; he didn’t intend to come back to the library. however, there’s time yet before the potential meeting. and so, the more the clock ticks by and the more he considers the prospect of waiting inside that rundown, dump of a house, wondering if mr. mysterious even agreed in the end, shiro begins to reconsider his decisions. having been here enough times within a thirty-five hour period, bnjw’vr knows him by sight now. any grievance from the week or so ago has long since been buried and as shiro passes, he gives a dutiful – and silent – hello with a single wave of his hand. trudging to the all too familiar back corner of one row of books, shiro rounds to the bookshelf and plucks out the note.
good. keep it anonymous. they agree on that much.
shiro thinks of the house he’s claimed. temporarily. there’s no real stopping someone from moving in on that territory but seeing as this is a last shot, one time deal, shiro isn’t all that concerned with keeping people out beyond tonight. if someone decides to move in, however, they will have to make due with the three, no, four holes he’s butchered three different walls and one door with. he finally got the height, circumference, and angle right with the forth, as well as settled for a door because yes, it took him three punches of his galra hand to realize that every wall is going to be four inches thick with drywall on each side.
so his fourth hole? upstairs, in the hallway bathroom door. it’s a clean fist-sized hole, the edges meticulously smoothed out and made even. the flooring is wooden and slightly rotted, but there’s open space and privacy. he comes out of these thoughts with a gentle shake of his head and just as before, uses the book as a makeshift clipboard as he puts pen to paper. ]
Deal. I’ll get there earlier so we don’t cross paths. No talking. Everything is set up, it should be more comfortable for both of us this time. See y
[ see you tonight, bah. they aren’t seeing each other at all. anonymous, remember? it’s in pen, so he simply draws a line through the abandoned sentiment. he debates what to write instead in parting. can’t wait to feel you. looking forward to tasting you. thank you for agreeing to meet. each one is more pathetic than the last. he never does put something; someone comes walking down his aisle and panicked, shiro crumbles the note further to stuff it in his pocket. by the time the person finds their book and leaves, shiro is all too eager to get out of there. so he folds the note properly and sticks it into the book, shelving it.
no subject
good. keep it anonymous. they agree on that much.
shiro thinks of the house he’s claimed. temporarily. there’s no real stopping someone from moving in on that territory but seeing as this is a last shot, one time deal, shiro isn’t all that concerned with keeping people out beyond tonight. if someone decides to move in, however, they will have to make due with the three, no, four holes he’s butchered three different walls and one door with. he finally got the height, circumference, and angle right with the forth, as well as settled for a door because yes, it took him three punches of his galra hand to realize that every wall is going to be four inches thick with drywall on each side.
so his fourth hole? upstairs, in the hallway bathroom door. it’s a clean fist-sized hole, the edges meticulously smoothed out and made even. the flooring is wooden and slightly rotted, but there’s open space and privacy. he comes out of these thoughts with a gentle shake of his head and just as before, uses the book as a makeshift clipboard as he puts pen to paper. ]
Deal.
I’ll get there earlier so we don’t cross paths. No talking.
Everything is set up, it should be more comfortable for both of us this time.
See y[ see you tonight, bah. they aren’t seeing each other at all. anonymous, remember? it’s in pen, so he simply draws a line through the abandoned sentiment. he debates what to write instead in parting. can’t wait to feel you. looking forward to tasting you. thank you for agreeing to meet. each one is more pathetic than the last. he never does put something; someone comes walking down his aisle and panicked, shiro crumbles the note further to stuff it in his pocket. by the time the person finds their book and leaves, shiro is all too eager to get out of there. so he folds the note properly and sticks it into the book, shelving it.
and with that, he swiftly ducks out. ]