[Shiro’s bathroom is, probably as expected, military. Nothing distracting or unneeded. Almost everything’s behind the mirror, leaving the rest of the area clean and in order. A datapad sits in a charger on a shelf nearby, at least letting the Paladin do something while business is tended to. There’s a small window in there at least, though he keeps it shut save for on cool days. The rest is Spartan at best.
He knows what he just offered and it’s sitting there in his ears. Shiro starts slightly when Mananan actually catches the door and peers in. He… hadn’t thought he’d do that. The Paladin’s left standing towards the middle of the shower, facing Mananan, body twisted just slightly since his back’s to the spray. The steam actually does a fair job of hiding anything indecent for the time being. Go figure. But without his shirt, Shiro’s scars are completely visible. Crisscrossing his body, a host of slashes that look like they were made from blades and claws and other such tears. The year in captivity hadn’t done him too many favors.
Shiro blinks at him once before sighing and running a hand through his hair, pulling the white shock of bangs away from his forehead. Shower just splats them back down once he takes his hand away. He has to think for a bit because… honestly, he’s not sure. It’s heartening to hear Mananan wants to at least.] I don’t want you to get in trouble, but… I wouldn’t mind the company either. [He realizes what Mananan’s also concerned about. The “go to far” comment doesn’t fall over his head. Shiro’s not sure if it’ll turn into that or not… or they’ll just end up showering and that’ll be that.]
It's your call. Don’t endanger yourself for me, Mananan. Besides. [He offers the angel a smile.] We’ll still be together for the rest of the day and night.
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Date: 2019-06-02 01:02 am (UTC)He knows what he just offered and it’s sitting there in his ears. Shiro starts slightly when Mananan actually catches the door and peers in. He… hadn’t thought he’d do that. The Paladin’s left standing towards the middle of the shower, facing Mananan, body twisted just slightly since his back’s to the spray. The steam actually does a fair job of hiding anything indecent for the time being. Go figure. But without his shirt, Shiro’s scars are completely visible. Crisscrossing his body, a host of slashes that look like they were made from blades and claws and other such tears. The year in captivity hadn’t done him too many favors.
Shiro blinks at him once before sighing and running a hand through his hair, pulling the white shock of bangs away from his forehead. Shower just splats them back down once he takes his hand away. He has to think for a bit because… honestly, he’s not sure. It’s heartening to hear Mananan wants to at least.] I don’t want you to get in trouble, but… I wouldn’t mind the company either. [He realizes what Mananan’s also concerned about. The “go to far” comment doesn’t fall over his head. Shiro’s not sure if it’ll turn into that or not… or they’ll just end up showering and that’ll be that.]
It's your call. Don’t endanger yourself for me, Mananan. Besides. [He offers the angel a smile.] We’ll still be together for the rest of the day and night.