[ sitting there, listening to scribble, shiro can imagine only two responses. option a boils down to a thanks and a goodbye, all of which will be followed shortly by mr. mysterious gathering his things and making his exit. option b ends much the same way, except the note will be more along the lines of a raincheck. now, shiro isn’t sure which he wants. okay, no, he does. raincheck, for obvious reasons, but that’s dangling temptation in front of him. does he truly want to keep meeting like this?
luckily, shiro is saved from deciding on that for the time being, because surprise, surprise, the note reads like neither of his imagined options.
staring down at the note now in his hands, shiro reads through it once and then a second time. on the third pass of his gaze, he settles on the two words at the start. good boy. he adjusts his grip slightly, nudging his thumb in closer and he brushes against the g, feeling his face warm the longer he stares. he bites gently at his lip and drags it through the clench of his teeth as he considers it longer than he needs to… but then his lip is free and he shakes himself out of it.
note to door, pen to paper, and away he goes, writing back: ]
Yes. To everything. I’ll play with anything you give me.
[ like a good boy would, yeah? he makes a soft hm to himself at the thought and then passes the note through. ]
you really want me to leave?
luckily, shiro is saved from deciding on that for the time being, because surprise, surprise, the note reads like neither of his imagined options.
staring down at the note now in his hands, shiro reads through it once and then a second time. on the third pass of his gaze, he settles on the two words at the start. good boy. he adjusts his grip slightly, nudging his thumb in closer and he brushes against the g, feeling his face warm the longer he stares. he bites gently at his lip and drags it through the clench of his teeth as he considers it longer than he needs to… but then his lip is free and he shakes himself out of it.
note to door, pen to paper, and away he goes, writing back: ]
Yes. To everything.
I’ll play with anything you give me.
[ like a good boy would, yeah? he makes a soft hm to himself at the thought and then passes the note through. ]