[Shiro’s glad the shower went well. He’d been worried it would be awkward, for a number of reasons. Small and probably light-hearted for the most part. But instead, he’d enjoyed it. Washing off with someone else in a private little area was so different than the other times in his life. The communal showers in the military, the cells in the Galra camps, the personal refresher units in the Castle of Lions. Mananan’s playful teases relaxed the Paladin and he was quick to mess around with his angel back. Washing and rinsing.
Drying off had been much the same, though Shiro got himself a clean pair of boxer briefs since who knows what with his original pair. Perhaps they really should have gone out and spent some more of the fading day together, but if Shiro’s honest, he was perfectly happy just collapsing in the bed and spending the rest of the night under the sheets. Though it took another reminder and even a small, playful push to get Mananan to agree to get in said bed with him. Shiro sleeps military anyways, so it’s not like the angel has to worry about him clinging to him during the night… Even though Siro instantly feels a mixture of apprehension of sharing his bed with another man and intense relief at doing the same. The want far outweighs the caution. Mostly because he knows this is his own angel with him.
If Mananan had ultimately backed out and departed, Shiro wouldn’t have blamed him. But, he’s glad he stayed.
The Paladin glances down as fingers run over his metal arm. He’s currently lying on his back, resting beside Mananan, sheets draped at an angle just at his hips. He curls his metal fingers, the sound of the alien tech nigh-silent and motions smooth. He’s not surprised at the angel’s curiosity.] No. It’s only sensitive to electric stimulations. [Blunt force and tactile stimulation do as much for it as flicking someone’s numb arm. He recognizes the pressure, as in something’s touching or moving his arm, but no warmth or cool, no smooth or rough. Just… there. Electrical or energy-based interactions, however…]
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Date: 2019-06-11 02:46 am (UTC)Drying off had been much the same, though Shiro got himself a clean pair of boxer briefs since who knows what with his original pair. Perhaps they really should have gone out and spent some more of the fading day together, but if Shiro’s honest, he was perfectly happy just collapsing in the bed and spending the rest of the night under the sheets. Though it took another reminder and even a small, playful push to get Mananan to agree to get in said bed with him. Shiro sleeps military anyways, so it’s not like the angel has to worry about him clinging to him during the night… Even though Siro instantly feels a mixture of apprehension of sharing his bed with another man and intense relief at doing the same. The want far outweighs the caution. Mostly because he knows this is his own angel with him.
If Mananan had ultimately backed out and departed, Shiro wouldn’t have blamed him. But, he’s glad he stayed.
The Paladin glances down as fingers run over his metal arm. He’s currently lying on his back, resting beside Mananan, sheets draped at an angle just at his hips. He curls his metal fingers, the sound of the alien tech nigh-silent and motions smooth. He’s not surprised at the angel’s curiosity.] No. It’s only sensitive to electric stimulations. [Blunt force and tactile stimulation do as much for it as flicking someone’s numb arm. He recognizes the pressure, as in something’s touching or moving his arm, but no warmth or cool, no smooth or rough. Just… there. Electrical or energy-based interactions, however…]