[Shiro lets his curiosity slip from the more series to the lighthearted for now. They can talk about something heavier another time. Right now, it’s more interesting to see the other man test his own olfactory sensors and see what comes up. He figures he’s able to smell despite the serpentine tongue and slit nostrils. Probably has something along the lines of a heat sense as well, from what he remembers about serpents and other reptilian species. Definitely someone who works well as a Hunter, however that factors in Luchino’s lifestyle.]
Glad to know that. It’d be a shame if you couldn’t enjoy this too.
[Between the taste and scent mingling together, pizza brings such a good feeling. Hearing he lacks some other senses doesn’t quite surprise Shiro, but maybe it’s only a lessened sense rather than complete removal? He has sight, taste, smell, hearing, and touch (though he’s assuming on the first and last of those, despite some very suggestive evidence).
Shiro munches on another bite, halfway through the first piece, while Luchino divests himself of his jacket. His eyes take a silent, but attentive run down the reptilian man’s exposed torso. Despite that shirt, he notes the broad shoulders and strong chest muscles pressing against the material. The rather intense narrowing of his waist reminds him of a lizard, streamline and build for quick, sleek motions. And those legs of his, long and powerful. It’s not unnerving to him. Rather, the opposite. Interesting.]
I’m guessing that’s because you were once human.
[A mingling of human and reptilian senses. Biologically and sensory. Shiro pauses when that forked tongue slicks out and catches him on the chin. His body tenses only slightly, from the sensation, before that slender fork slips up from his chin to his lips. It tingles on the rim of his mouth, lingering… and the man slowly parts his lips, letting the tip slip between him as a heated exhale ghosts silently from his mouth. Something slides through his mind… this might not stop at simply a blowjob…]
I’ve seen that kind of thought process and prejudice happen too many times to count. [Shiro frowns slightly at the implications of Luchino’s other comment. Experimenting and pushing boundaries is admirable, but there are dangers to that kind of expansion as well. Some people… change. For the worse.] That’s worthy of admiration, Luchino. But be careful. There are some things we are simply not meant to know. And plenty of things that are corruptive. I’ve seen a lot of results—both good and bad—from the pursuit of breaking boundaries.
[Including the destruction of entire planets, people, races… It’s easy to slip on that slope. Perhaps it’s not in his place to warn the other man, but… he doesn’t want to see him go down a bad path either. Sometimes, those paths look so good at first. The toothy grin eases him a little and that question earns another soft laugh.
Shiro reaches up and takes hold of the zipper under his chin, then pulls down the clasp on his vest. The black material splits apart, revealing the gray turtleneck hugging his body close enough to show clear hints of the strength in his torso, chest muscles highlighted beneath the fabric and promising equal sculpture over his stomach and back. He shrugs out of the vest, momentarily holding his pizza between his teeth, and then takes it back with another bite missing.]
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Glad to know that. It’d be a shame if you couldn’t enjoy this too.
[Between the taste and scent mingling together, pizza brings such a good feeling. Hearing he lacks some other senses doesn’t quite surprise Shiro, but maybe it’s only a lessened sense rather than complete removal? He has sight, taste, smell, hearing, and touch (though he’s assuming on the first and last of those, despite some very suggestive evidence).
Shiro munches on another bite, halfway through the first piece, while Luchino divests himself of his jacket. His eyes take a silent, but attentive run down the reptilian man’s exposed torso. Despite that shirt, he notes the broad shoulders and strong chest muscles pressing against the material. The rather intense narrowing of his waist reminds him of a lizard, streamline and build for quick, sleek motions. And those legs of his, long and powerful. It’s not unnerving to him. Rather, the opposite. Interesting.]
I’m guessing that’s because you were once human.
[A mingling of human and reptilian senses. Biologically and sensory. Shiro pauses when that forked tongue slicks out and catches him on the chin. His body tenses only slightly, from the sensation, before that slender fork slips up from his chin to his lips. It tingles on the rim of his mouth, lingering… and the man slowly parts his lips, letting the tip slip between him as a heated exhale ghosts silently from his mouth. Something slides through his mind… this might not stop at simply a blowjob…]
I’ve seen that kind of thought process and prejudice happen too many times to count. [Shiro frowns slightly at the implications of Luchino’s other comment. Experimenting and pushing boundaries is admirable, but there are dangers to that kind of expansion as well. Some people… change. For the worse.] That’s worthy of admiration, Luchino. But be careful. There are some things we are simply not meant to know. And plenty of things that are corruptive. I’ve seen a lot of results—both good and bad—from the pursuit of breaking boundaries.
[Including the destruction of entire planets, people, races… It’s easy to slip on that slope. Perhaps it’s not in his place to warn the other man, but… he doesn’t want to see him go down a bad path either. Sometimes, those paths look so good at first. The toothy grin eases him a little and that question earns another soft laugh.
Shiro reaches up and takes hold of the zipper under his chin, then pulls down the clasp on his vest. The black material splits apart, revealing the gray turtleneck hugging his body close enough to show clear hints of the strength in his torso, chest muscles highlighted beneath the fabric and promising equal sculpture over his stomach and back. He shrugs out of the vest, momentarily holding his pizza between his teeth, and then takes it back with another bite missing.]
I’d like that, Luchino.