[Shiro can feel the sound of the water filling the glass. It strums through his ears and veins. He’s well aware of the other man’s presence when he approaches him and the brush of fingers against his own when the glass trades hands makes him very glad he used his metal hand to accept it. Skin on skin contact right now probably isn’t the best idea.] Thanks. [And promptly drains the entire glass, throat dipping and flexing against the hold of his turtleneck. The cool water definitely helps and he drops his hand, resting the glass on the arm of the chair.]
It feels better. [He figures the relief won’t be long, but it’s enough to let him get a grip on himself again. Guess the stuff in that drink really had been the real deal. Just took a while to activate. That annoys him even more, thinking that future events are going to appear safe, but then spring their trap when he’s good and left. Delayed reaction… Ugh. Shiro rests his forehead on his hand, fingers rubbing at his temple, white bangs hanging over the back of his hand. The heat’s returning, making his clothing feel constricting and burning. Something he’s well aware is going to happen.
Yeah, his brain’s going “take them off” all over, and he’s doing his best to tell that part of his brain to shut the hell up. Sabo doesn’t need that kind of crap right now. It makes the Paladin very grateful that he’s here in the privacy of someone’s lodging rather than making a fool of himself out in a public restaurant.] I see. [Rain in April sounds like Earth. He tries to focus on the conversation again, Sabo’s questions.] No. This… this is fine. [His mind’s jumping at the idea of ice, body thinking how nice it would feel, and another part of him suggesting it’d be better if Sabo kept hold of that ice while moving it on hi—
Shiro pushes himself up.] Do you mind if I get a cold shower? [For several guessable reasons.]
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Date: 2019-07-11 03:44 am (UTC)It feels better. [He figures the relief won’t be long, but it’s enough to let him get a grip on himself again. Guess the stuff in that drink really had been the real deal. Just took a while to activate. That annoys him even more, thinking that future events are going to appear safe, but then spring their trap when he’s good and left. Delayed reaction… Ugh. Shiro rests his forehead on his hand, fingers rubbing at his temple, white bangs hanging over the back of his hand. The heat’s returning, making his clothing feel constricting and burning. Something he’s well aware is going to happen.
Yeah, his brain’s going “take them off” all over, and he’s doing his best to tell that part of his brain to shut the hell up. Sabo doesn’t need that kind of crap right now. It makes the Paladin very grateful that he’s here in the privacy of someone’s lodging rather than making a fool of himself out in a public restaurant.] I see. [Rain in April sounds like Earth. He tries to focus on the conversation again, Sabo’s questions.] No. This… this is fine. [His mind’s jumping at the idea of ice, body thinking how nice it would feel, and another part of him suggesting it’d be better if Sabo kept hold of that ice while moving it on hi—
Shiro pushes himself up.] Do you mind if I get a cold shower? [For several guessable reasons.]