[ 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. ]
would you say.... these wounds won't seem to heal?
[ within moments, the paper re-emerges through the hole and keith opens it up to read. bold of the guy to assume keith knew what he'd been saying, much less knows what he wants out of a hypothetical next time (if indeed he wants a next time at all), but if the broken balsa wood door is helping him come across more sure footed than in reality, then the door truly is a blessing.
fidgeting, keith glances up to where the door's been broken off the top set of hinges and despite everything, smiles a little fondly. this guy really has a bad habit of breaking things, doesn't he? there's a slight crack in one of the bookshelves at the library and now this. it shouldn't make keith feel any particular way and yet ... it's nice to think one person feels that strongly about fucking him. idly, thoughts drift towards wondering just how strong this guy has to be. ]
I think you like breaking things too much to be gentle. If you have more you can show me you can leave me a note. I'll see it whenever I can walk again.
[ and through the hole the note goes. it's not really an answer as to when and keith hasn't obligated himself to responding even if a note is left out for him, but keith doesn't want to deliberate on this any longer.
he winces as he grips the chair and starts to shuffle away down the hall to the next room over. ]
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. ]
would you say.... these wounds won't seem to heal?
fidgeting, keith glances up to where the door's been broken off the top set of hinges and despite everything, smiles a little fondly. this guy really has a bad habit of breaking things, doesn't he? there's a slight crack in one of the bookshelves at the library and now this. it shouldn't make keith feel any particular way and yet ... it's nice to think one person feels that strongly about fucking him. idly, thoughts drift towards wondering just how strong this guy has to be. ]
I think you like breaking things too much to be gentle.
If you have more you can show me you can leave me a note.
I'll see it whenever I can walk again.
[ and through the hole the note goes. it's not really an answer as to when and keith hasn't obligated himself to responding even if a note is left out for him, but keith doesn't want to deliberate on this any longer.
he winces as he grips the chair and starts to shuffle away down the hall to the next room over. ]