[ now shiro’s the one left on read. lips press tight and then he’s pouting, glaring at the little shrub in a square cut-out of grass. another five seconds pass without a ping and shiro loses it, kicking at that shrubbery.
though, when the ping finally comes? the jealousy flares hotter, churning dangerously with frustration, disappointment, sadness…?
yeah. that stings in a way shiro can’t explain when his head is so muddled. ]
Right. Good luck with your guy I guess.
[ send and now he’s half tempted to stomp on the shrub. ]
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though, when the ping finally comes? the jealousy flares hotter, churning dangerously with frustration, disappointment, sadness…?
yeah. that stings in a way shiro can’t explain when his head is so muddled. ]
Right.
Good luck with your guy I guess.
[ send and now he’s half tempted to stomp on the shrub. ]