[ the note reappears through the hole and shiro is quick to pluck it up. smoothing out the edges and holding it close, he reads over the two lines and… doesn’t laugh. it’s a near thing though. he’s grinning wide, feeling the tickle of a laugh building, but ultimately, not giving into it beyond a single huff of breath. briefly, his gaze flicks to the cockeyed door and then it's back to the note. or more specifically, to his newfound favorite title.
good boy.
his lashes lower and his teeth catch at his bottom lip, rolling the flesh back and forth between his incisors for three, two, one… – he opens his eyes wider on the next blink, refocusing. he turns into the broken door, places the note against it and carefully, applies pressure with the pen, jotting right below anon’s lines: ]
Are you suggesting I go gentle next time? Or that I find a stronger door?
[ with that, pen and paper go back through the hole. ]
they almost weren't yesterday. that thread has left me scarred.
good boy.
his lashes lower and his teeth catch at his bottom lip, rolling the flesh back and forth between his incisors for three, two, one… – he opens his eyes wider on the next blink, refocusing. he turns into the broken door, places the note against it and carefully, applies pressure with the pen, jotting right below anon’s lines: ]
Are you suggesting I go gentle next time?
Or that I find a stronger door?
[ with that, pen and paper go back through the hole. ]