[Shiro pauses, only just now dawning on him the faux pass he made. Doesn’t help when Mananan just looks at him full on and he’s caught like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Showering with someone hasn’t ever bothered him, mostly due to communal showers during military training and such. But actively being in his own place and inviting someone to shower with him? He unfreezes and rubs at the side of his face, brows furrowing and face burning in embarrassment.]
Dammit, I’m sorry. That just slipped out that way. [And now stuck at a momentary crossroads. He’s got to make a decision quick like.] I meant if you wanted to come into the bathroom to keep talking. [Shutting the guy out conversation-wise was what he’d wanted to avoid. And ended up inviting his angel into the shower with him. Good going, Shiro. Way to word that.] You’re welcome to grab one as well, if you want. [He didn’t know what Mananan had went through to get to him, so… though the angel looks pristine to him.
Anyways, before he puts his foot in his mouth any further, Shiro heads for the bathroom, pausing long enough to swipe two towels (just in case) from the linen closet on the way. The light clicks on in the room and soon enough, the shower’s going, pouring water down behind the opaque glass door. Shiro rubs his forehead again, kicks himself for the flub, and then gets over it. Mistakes happen… and… maybe if he’s honest, he wouldn’t actually mind.] Now that I know you’re there, I’d like to see you sometime when I’m not in trouble.
[Just going to offer that out the door as he pulls his shirt over his head and shucks his boxer briefs.]
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Date: 2019-06-01 08:17 pm (UTC)Dammit, I’m sorry. That just slipped out that way. [And now stuck at a momentary crossroads. He’s got to make a decision quick like.] I meant if you wanted to come into the bathroom to keep talking. [Shutting the guy out conversation-wise was what he’d wanted to avoid. And ended up inviting his angel into the shower with him. Good going, Shiro. Way to word that.] You’re welcome to grab one as well, if you want. [He didn’t know what Mananan had went through to get to him, so… though the angel looks pristine to him.
Anyways, before he puts his foot in his mouth any further, Shiro heads for the bathroom, pausing long enough to swipe two towels (just in case) from the linen closet on the way. The light clicks on in the room and soon enough, the shower’s going, pouring water down behind the opaque glass door. Shiro rubs his forehead again, kicks himself for the flub, and then gets over it. Mistakes happen… and… maybe if he’s honest, he wouldn’t actually mind.] Now that I know you’re there, I’d like to see you sometime when I’m not in trouble.
[Just going to offer that out the door as he pulls his shirt over his head and shucks his boxer briefs.]