[Shiro notes the other man’s beeline for the tap, wondering if Sabo’s got a filter or something. Or if the tap water is relatively safe since it’s all over the city. Probably the latter. The place still needs their people to operate normally a lot of the time; having everyone doped up on aphrodisiacs just for drinking out of the tap would make running this place to any decent degree a real pain in the butt. A little grin cracks on his face when Sabo spills the drink, but he doesn’t point it out, not wanting to embarrass the guy. He seems a little… um… easily embarrassed already? Not that Shiro misses the sight of the other man’s sculpted abdominals. That’s a good sign, though he expected as much considering what Sabo’s said about his background from his home world.]
Behave? [Shiro quirks a brow at the wording.] I assume that means not doing crime or trying to incite some rebellion. [So long as no one’s interrupting their overseers’ experimentative fun show, then they’re fine. Right? The thought dredges up a disturbing feeling of familiarity that Shiro can’t place. But he doesn’t like it. Pushing them away, he focuses on Sabo again, nodding as he gives a few more details about his work.] I see. I heard some people talking about assigning jobs when I was on the docks. I’ll probably get mine in a little while. [So he guesses.
The Paladin blinks when Sabo abruptly rushes to the door and locks it. For a moment, he’s wondering if the man sensed some kind of danger or is just naturally a spastic energetic. Which, kind of reminds him of Lance, save for Sabo not being as theatrical as the Blue Paladin. The brief pang of longing hits him again. The others… are they okay without him? Hopefully… Keith’s there. Shiro trusts him and the other Paladins to continue without him. They’ve already done so before… Ugh, focus on something else, Shiro!]
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Date: 2019-07-01 12:14 am (UTC)Behave? [Shiro quirks a brow at the wording.] I assume that means not doing crime or trying to incite some rebellion. [So long as no one’s interrupting their overseers’ experimentative fun show, then they’re fine. Right? The thought dredges up a disturbing feeling of familiarity that Shiro can’t place. But he doesn’t like it. Pushing them away, he focuses on Sabo again, nodding as he gives a few more details about his work.] I see. I heard some people talking about assigning jobs when I was on the docks. I’ll probably get mine in a little while. [So he guesses.
The Paladin blinks when Sabo abruptly rushes to the door and locks it. For a moment, he’s wondering if the man sensed some kind of danger or is just naturally a spastic energetic. Which, kind of reminds him of Lance, save for Sabo not being as theatrical as the Blue Paladin. The brief pang of longing hits him again. The others… are they okay without him? Hopefully… Keith’s there. Shiro trusts him and the other Paladins to continue without him. They’ve already done so before… Ugh, focus on something else, Shiro!]
It’s alright. We all have moments like that.