[He’s calm and composed, stoic at times, but isn’t someone who thinks soldiers should show no emotion or admit to weakness. The back of his mind wonders what Sabo’s like when he’s leading people, or if he’s more of a ‘work alone’ type of soldier. A conversation for another time.]
I see. So they leave as fast as they arrive. [Considering he had no warning before being pulled into this place from his world. Just boom. Underwater and disoriented.] It makes sense. You don’t want to alert the captives or shake up their status quo.
[This sounds more like a controlled experiment, or—if he’s going to be crass about it—a zoo or exhibition with some really lewd tastes. Not a fun feeling to be stuck under. Shiro keeps his drinks to a minimum, but so far hasn’t felt or shown any sign of intoxication or effect of a slipped drug. Maybe they missed his cup? Or it’s very slow acting…]
Huh. I wonder if it’s just the city they control or if they’ve got the entire planet set up for them? [The thought’s mused out loud, but he’s not waiving if Sabo wants to comment on it. Nodding at the other man’s status update, Shiro looks up to the sky, squinting as if he might be able to make out some kind of hologram or atmospheric shield generator.] Have you ever been outside this city?
Seems that way. I would like to find out if there's any rhyme or reason to who gets to leave and when, but that'll be a while before I do. If I do. [He sighs; he would prefer to find out sooner rather than later, but he knows well enough that learning anything about how this city is run is going to prove difficult, especially on his own. Without even the assistance of Koala, it will be hard.]
I haven't.
[He turns around to face Shiro as he answers, walking backwards for a few moments.] I work a lot, so I haven't had the chance to see. But there are tunnels underground. I've discovered that at least. They may lead to somewhere out of the city.
[Turning back around, he points forward. The apartment complex is in view.] Alright, my place is right ahead. I'll make sure to turn the air conditioning on as high as I can when I get inside. [With that, he starts to run so he can arrive there faster, and it takes only about two minutes for him to enter the building. He waits for Shiro, and once the two of them are together again, starts up the stairs.]
So would I. I don’t think they’ll make that information easy to get though. [Most organizations like these like to keep their experiments and variables under full control. Slaves don’t go where you don’t want them to go. Slaves don’t learn what you don’t want them to learn. Slaves don’t do what you don’t want them to do. Anything otherwise is counterproductive for the entire thing. Shiro’s making a few mental notes. He’ll have a lot to think about when he retires for the night.
Nodding at Sabo’s answer, he lifts his cup again. The backwards walking reminds him of Lance. He’d do something showy like that, though the Paladin doubts Sabo’s doing it to show off.] You work? I know they said something after pulling me from the river, but I didn’t catch most of it. [Considering he was half-drowned and then shell-shocked by the entire event. Before ultimately meeting with Keith and then working to help save other people from the water.
The mention of tunnels underground intrigues him, but before he can move to that topic, Sabo’s turning and indicating the complex rising up in front of them.] You don’t have to- [But there he goes. Shiro blinks in surprise. Really? He’s going to run on a hot day like this? It isn’t like they had to be there at a certain time. Nice of him to be so courteous, but Shiro really wanted to tell him that wasn’t necessary.
Oh well. He arrives at the apartment complex without hurrying. Getting a heatstroke over nothing isn’t a good idea. Besides, it gave him time to think. Shiro greets Sabo with a lift of his hand once he’s close enough, then follows him up the stairs.] Do you like the ground floor or something higher?
[Sabo had heard the question about work, but hadn't answered until now. He was too focused on rushing to the apartment complex to speak, really, since he knew it was too hot for either of them to be outside for much longer. As he walks up the stairs, his breaths are labored, and he's quite sweaty. Honestly, he shouldn't have booked it to the complex, but -- too late to undo that.]
I'm a bodyguard. For the casino in Minami. That was assigned to me, I didn't have a say on the job at all. But it's alright. Surprisingly mellow most days. [He slows his steps as he makes it to the floor where his apartment is, and turns around.]
This floor is fine, really. I don't hear anyone above me, but I'm not home that often anyway. So being on the top floor wouldn't really have that many benefits over being here. [He finally faces his door, rummaging through his pocket for the key to unlock it. After doing so, he holds the door open for the other man.]
After you! [The air conditioning was set to be running already, so the cool air is escaping the room as he holds the door open.]
[Shiro was curious, but he wouldn’t pry much further once Sabo didn’t answer. Either the guy didn’t want to talk about it or it was a secret thing that even different worlds couldn’t be made privy to. Whichever the case, it was the other man’s business and Shiro respected that. (Other reason being he might just be too distracted getting things ready; that’d be the simple thought process.)
The Paladin glances at Sabo, face painted with slight concern at the blonde man’s labored breathing.] Are you okay? [Really shouldn’t have gone sprinting off like that… especially in this heat. But Sabo goes off talking about his job, a mild surprise considering Shiro thought he was being mum for a reason. Guess it was just “wait” rather than “no” back then.] So they don’t take your consideration into the job they give you?
[That’s frustrating. A bodyguard wouldn’t be the worst job Shiro could be assigned though. So… maybe if push came to shove, he could ask Sabo to put in a word for him? (Better than a garbage person or something.) Shiro stops when the revolutionary does and listens to the little gush of pride/explanation. It’s nice to hear.]
That makes sense. Does your job keep you that busy? [He finishes off his drink and then steps into the apartment once Sabo invited him in. The rush of air conditioning is a welcome greeting, and further encouragement to get in fast so it doesn’t escape behind him.] Thanks.
[He's in the middle of pouring a very large glass of water from the tap before answering that, because wow is he thirsty. Nearly about to pass out from dehydration, here! He takes a messy gulp, spilling some of the water onto his shirt, but it's just water -- it'll dry in time. Though, the wet shirt look is just a tiny bit embarrassing for him to just wear right now, and he fidgets a little before turning around completely. When he looks down at his chest, he can see that his abs are pretty much completely outlined. The cravat doesn't hide that much!]
No. I was just told that was my job, and that was it. I think I've heard I could get a promotion or a change if I behave long enough. [He shrugs.] I work six days a week. Evenings, rather. So I'm pretty busy, most of the time.
[He realizes he should close the door, so he rushes over and does that, locking it soon after. He's still incredibly wet, and probably should change.]
I'm not usually this messy. I really, really needed a drink. [He chuckles nervously.] I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard out there.
[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!]
[Sabo has been in the city long enough to where he shouldn't get so easily flustered, but -- he still does on occasion. Especially around a very attractive individual who has, unfortunately, consumed some aphrodisiacs. The blond hadn't really had much of those at all, himself, but he doesn't even need them to know that the other man in the apartment with him is -- well, he's hot. So much so that the wet shirt look Sabo is currently sporting is not only embarrassing and awkward, but an inadvertent way to see if Shiro has any attraction to him at all. This thought has crossed his mind, briefly, as he tries to pat himself down with a towel in the kitchen. He shouldn't be thinking anything like that right now, honestly! He should be a decent host, giving Shiro the safe space he needs for the aphrodisiacs to wear off.]
Incite a rebellion. [A snort.] Yeah, can't do that. I wouldn't anyway, on my own. Not in a place like this. I still don't even know the entire map, where everything is -- I need to learn those things before I even considered inciting a rebellion. [He sets the damp towel to hang across the sink, and then heads out of the kitchen, plopping down on the closest chair. He sighs; not because he's upset, but because he's a little exhausted from the heat and dehydration.]
Are you doing alright? If you need anything to eat or drink, please let me know. Everything here is safe. But -- I can't really cook, not right now. [He smiles a goofy smile toward Shiro, his cheeks still a little flushed from the day's stress and hormones.]
[If he has consumed any aphrodisiacs, they’re either a small, slow-acting dosage, or Shiro’s got some kind of resistance to them thanks to something in his past. Either way, though he’s starting to feel a little warm, the Paladin isn’t showing any real signs or feeling major effects from the drugs. Which he’s still hoping isn’t going to be a problem. If he’s lucky, he’ll have skirted by and not… really had a bad encounter. Feeling like he shouldn’t embarrass Sabo further by watching him try to clean the accident up, Shiro turns attention to the other man’s lodging. His own apartment, assigned to him by the people who run this place, is practically bare bones, having had no time to decorate or even get supplies to stock it. Well, it does have a suit of Paladin armor in it right now… so that’s something at least? Still feels a little awkward to walk into, since it reminds him of a prisoner cell. Not a good feeling. He needs to décor and quick (though he’s grateful to have a personal lodging at any rate).]
I was just curious. [Shiro feels a slight embarrassment as well when the suggestion comes back on Sabo’s tongue. Hearing it from someone else, it does sound pretty extreme. The revolutionary’s disagreeing sound kind of seals the deal. So scratch that idea for now.] You’re right. Trying to stage something like that without preparation is pretty foolish. [He follows Sabo out of the kitchen and stands by the wall for now while the other man gets more comfortable in his own home. It’s no surprise the guy’s winded. Maybe he was more a behind-the-scenes member of the revolutionary army rather than a front-line fighter. Question for later.]
Me? I feel fine. [Shiro lifts his arm and twists his hand back and forth as if he’s proving his own words to himself. But Sabo makes a comment that piques him.] How do you know it’s safe? Unless you have your own garden. [He’d mention hunting his own food, but if the people running this place can drug people, then what’s to say they can’t drug animals? He leaves the wall behind and heads into the room, taking one of the other seats nearby.
And that’s when he feels something a lot hot rush right up his chest and pool under his collar. Feels like a hot flash and he mentally curses at the realization. On the one hand, finally. Now they can stop wondering. On the other hand, shit. He really hoped he’d avoided having to weather this kind of drug…]
[He's still winded, trying to catch his breath and relax some, as his question is answered. He turns his attention back to Shiro and comments, his voice still a little quieter than normal.]
That's good. I just need to rest a minute, and then I should be okay. Guess I'm just not used to this direct heat. [It's not as if he'd spent a lot of time in Alabasta, anyhow. Deserts aren't really a climate he's used to.]
I haven't felt any effects from any food in this apartment. The food sold in the stores seems to be safe; it's usually the restaurants and cafes that pose a problem. [Some food has to be safe, otherwise work would never get done. Everyone would be too distracted.
He watches Shiro sit down and smiles again, hoping that he's more comfortable than he was prior to being invited to the apartment. Though -- the blond soon senses something off. Is Shiro's expression changing, slightly?]
Are you sure you're okay? You look -- a little off. I can get you some water.
[He jolts upright, sucking in a breath to steady himself, and then he starts to head to the kitchen.]
[Well, he expected Sabo’s concern and isn’t surprise the other man’s alert to the sudden change. That’s a good sign. He’ll know how to handle this.] I’m pretty sure… it’s taking effect. [Which is enough to get the other man up and off to the kitchen. Water definitely sounds nice right now…
Shiro nods, but just focuses on trying to rest right now as the heat washes over him like a sudden fever. He’s experienced drugs before. But aphrodisiacs… If he’s ever experienced this before, he doesn’t remember. The feeling’s uncomfortable. All at once, he’s needs a drink, wants a shower, and desires company. The rushing twist of those sensations really throws him for a loop. Not being in full control of his emotions, feelings, and body is frustrating and frightening. Focus… focus on the here and now and don’t think about what your mind is running on. Those aren’t… your thoughts. Focus…]
You said… You’ve been here a few months. [Shiro leans his head back against the chair, eyes closed and face slightly flushed, but it looks like he’s attempting to weather it calmly.] Was it this hot then? [This bland topic isn’t something his body wants to entertain, but it’s something he’s telling his brain to focus on. Boring. Right now, boring and informative is the best combination. Sabo’s answer about the food is instantly heartening and Shiro relaxes a little, his body sinking a bit in the chair.
But another rush of heat has him tensing up again, shoulders rounding and chest and stomach firming under his shirts.] Thanks. That’s… good to hear. [The Paladin is purposefully keeping his breathing measured.] They have to… have a functional society… at least some length… of time. [Part of him wants to ask how long this lasts, but he already predicts the answer is unknown or just depends. Obviously.]
[He quickly pours a tall glass of water from the tap, bringing it over to the other man in little time at all. He figures that, due to his own past experiences with aphrodisiacs, Shiro must be feeling very hot. Uncomfortably so, even in comparison to the heat outside.]
Here. I hope this helps some.
[He was worried about this, honestly. The aphrodisiacs are strong, so much so that they're very difficult to ignore; he's tried to do so the first day he'd arrived, and pretty much failed miserably. He doesn't fault Shiro for not being able to completely ignore them, either.
He sits back down where he was previously, watching Shiro to make sure he's alright. As alright as he can be.]
It was April, so it was pretty rainy out. Not very hot. [That breathing must be deliberate, right? Otherwise -- Shiro isn't doing well at all, and that would raise more concern.] Do you need anything else? Ice? [He knows exactly what the aphrodisiacs are telling Shiro, that he wants company, but -- he doesn't want to suggest that. He can't, as it'd be essentially the same as taking advantage of someone.
So, if Shiro says he's fine, Sabo will just sit and try to think of other things to talk about.]
[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.]
[Considering the aphrodisiacs in Shiro's system, Sabo isn't surprised at all by how quickly he downs that glass. He'd do the same if he were in his situation, after all.
He does smile when he's told that the water helped, but the smile fades as he witnesses Shiro rest his forehead on his hand. The water only helped so much, which is what the blond was worried about. There's nothing else he can do to help, though, save for --
Well, what the aphrodisiac wants him to do.]
Not at all. I can show you where it is.
[That could cool the man down, hopefully for longer than drinking a glass of water.
He starts to head toward the bathroom, but intentionally stops after a few steps, looking back to make sure Shiro is actually able to follow.]
You alright? Want me to hold a hand? [Not for any reason but to help lead him to the bathroom, really. Before Shiro can answer, though, Sabo reaches for his human hand and holds it, gently tugging forward.]
[As soon as he gets permission, Shiro heads… well, he heads a direction and soon after realizes he has no idea where’s he’s going. Not that there’s a lot of options… It’s got to be down the hallway. Apparently Sabo already figures that out, offering to show him. Shiro nods and steps to the side, resting his shoulder against the wall and trying to keep everything inside. Heat’s racing over his skin, threatening to soak his clothes from the budding sweat rising on his flesh. Hmph, he chugs the water and now it’s all coming out of him. Sabo passes by and Shiro deliberately keeps his face averted, not wanting to show just how red and dazed he feels like he looks right now.]
Not… really. [He tries to offer a small laugh. Does Sabo think he’s alright? He’s drugged! But the question about holding his hand—Shiro tenses up.] That’s fi-- [Too late, and Sabo’s grabbed him by the hand. And not his metal one either. Dammit, Sabo! Didn’t you say you experienced this kind of thing already?! He’s too flummoxed to respond and only stumbles forward like the blonde just tugged on a proverbial leash around him. Rubbing his head with his metal hand again, Shiro follows him. He’s going over training drills in his head, keeping his eyes on the walls or the floor or Sabo’s shoulders. So long as he doesn’t just stare at the guy, he can keep himself in check.
But getting to the bathroom isn’t a long trip and Shiro’s quick to rest his forehead against the relatively cool wall while Sabo activates the water. He only takes enough time to toe off his boots, strip his belt, and unzip/shrug out of his black vest before walking barefoot and face first into the shower. As he expects… it’s cold. And god does that feel good. It washes over him, flooding the heat down towards the shower floor for the time being. Doesn’t care his turtleneck and pants are getting utterly soaked and clingy right now. The relief is worth it.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 11:44 pm (UTC)I see. So they leave as fast as they arrive. [Considering he had no warning before being pulled into this place from his world. Just boom. Underwater and disoriented.] It makes sense. You don’t want to alert the captives or shake up their status quo.
[This sounds more like a controlled experiment, or—if he’s going to be crass about it—a zoo or exhibition with some really lewd tastes. Not a fun feeling to be stuck under. Shiro keeps his drinks to a minimum, but so far hasn’t felt or shown any sign of intoxication or effect of a slipped drug. Maybe they missed his cup? Or it’s very slow acting…]
Huh. I wonder if it’s just the city they control or if they’ve got the entire planet set up for them? [The thought’s mused out loud, but he’s not waiving if Sabo wants to comment on it. Nodding at the other man’s status update, Shiro looks up to the sky, squinting as if he might be able to make out some kind of hologram or atmospheric shield generator.] Have you ever been outside this city?
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Date: 2019-06-25 11:32 pm (UTC)I haven't.
[He turns around to face Shiro as he answers, walking backwards for a few moments.] I work a lot, so I haven't had the chance to see. But there are tunnels underground. I've discovered that at least. They may lead to somewhere out of the city.
[Turning back around, he points forward. The apartment complex is in view.] Alright, my place is right ahead. I'll make sure to turn the air conditioning on as high as I can when I get inside. [With that, he starts to run so he can arrive there faster, and it takes only about two minutes for him to enter the building. He waits for Shiro, and once the two of them are together again, starts up the stairs.]
It's on the first floor.
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Date: 2019-06-26 03:33 am (UTC)Nodding at Sabo’s answer, he lifts his cup again. The backwards walking reminds him of Lance. He’d do something showy like that, though the Paladin doubts Sabo’s doing it to show off.] You work? I know they said something after pulling me from the river, but I didn’t catch most of it. [Considering he was half-drowned and then shell-shocked by the entire event. Before ultimately meeting with Keith and then working to help save other people from the water.
The mention of tunnels underground intrigues him, but before he can move to that topic, Sabo’s turning and indicating the complex rising up in front of them.] You don’t have to- [But there he goes. Shiro blinks in surprise. Really? He’s going to run on a hot day like this? It isn’t like they had to be there at a certain time. Nice of him to be so courteous, but Shiro really wanted to tell him that wasn’t necessary.
Oh well. He arrives at the apartment complex without hurrying. Getting a heatstroke over nothing isn’t a good idea. Besides, it gave him time to think. Shiro greets Sabo with a lift of his hand once he’s close enough, then follows him up the stairs.] Do you like the ground floor or something higher?
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Date: 2019-06-27 04:27 pm (UTC)I'm a bodyguard. For the casino in Minami. That was assigned to me, I didn't have a say on the job at all. But it's alright. Surprisingly mellow most days. [He slows his steps as he makes it to the floor where his apartment is, and turns around.]
This floor is fine, really. I don't hear anyone above me, but I'm not home that often anyway. So being on the top floor wouldn't really have that many benefits over being here. [He finally faces his door, rummaging through his pocket for the key to unlock it. After doing so, he holds the door open for the other man.]
After you! [The air conditioning was set to be running already, so the cool air is escaping the room as he holds the door open.]
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Date: 2019-06-29 08:41 pm (UTC)The Paladin glances at Sabo, face painted with slight concern at the blonde man’s labored breathing.] Are you okay? [Really shouldn’t have gone sprinting off like that… especially in this heat. But Sabo goes off talking about his job, a mild surprise considering Shiro thought he was being mum for a reason. Guess it was just “wait” rather than “no” back then.] So they don’t take your consideration into the job they give you?
[That’s frustrating. A bodyguard wouldn’t be the worst job Shiro could be assigned though. So… maybe if push came to shove, he could ask Sabo to put in a word for him? (Better than a garbage person or something.) Shiro stops when the revolutionary does and listens to the little gush of pride/explanation. It’s nice to hear.]
That makes sense. Does your job keep you that busy? [He finishes off his drink and then steps into the apartment once Sabo invited him in. The rush of air conditioning is a welcome greeting, and further encouragement to get in fast so it doesn’t escape behind him.] Thanks.
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Date: 2019-06-29 09:26 pm (UTC)No. I was just told that was my job, and that was it. I think I've heard I could get a promotion or a change if I behave long enough. [He shrugs.] I work six days a week. Evenings, rather. So I'm pretty busy, most of the time.
[He realizes he should close the door, so he rushes over and does that, locking it soon after. He's still incredibly wet, and probably should change.]
I'm not usually this messy. I really, really needed a drink. [He chuckles nervously.] I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard out there.
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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.
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Date: 2019-07-02 11:45 pm (UTC)Incite a rebellion. [A snort.] Yeah, can't do that. I wouldn't anyway, on my own. Not in a place like this. I still don't even know the entire map, where everything is -- I need to learn those things before I even considered inciting a rebellion.
[He sets the damp towel to hang across the sink, and then heads out of the kitchen, plopping down on the closest chair. He sighs; not because he's upset, but because he's a little exhausted from the heat and dehydration.]
Are you doing alright? If you need anything to eat or drink, please let me know. Everything here is safe. But -- I can't really cook, not right now. [He smiles a goofy smile toward Shiro, his cheeks still a little flushed from the day's stress and hormones.]
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Date: 2019-07-04 01:53 am (UTC)I was just curious. [Shiro feels a slight embarrassment as well when the suggestion comes back on Sabo’s tongue. Hearing it from someone else, it does sound pretty extreme. The revolutionary’s disagreeing sound kind of seals the deal. So scratch that idea for now.] You’re right. Trying to stage something like that without preparation is pretty foolish. [He follows Sabo out of the kitchen and stands by the wall for now while the other man gets more comfortable in his own home. It’s no surprise the guy’s winded. Maybe he was more a behind-the-scenes member of the revolutionary army rather than a front-line fighter. Question for later.]
Me? I feel fine. [Shiro lifts his arm and twists his hand back and forth as if he’s proving his own words to himself. But Sabo makes a comment that piques him.] How do you know it’s safe? Unless you have your own garden. [He’d mention hunting his own food, but if the people running this place can drug people, then what’s to say they can’t drug animals? He leaves the wall behind and heads into the room, taking one of the other seats nearby.
And that’s when he feels something a lot hot rush right up his chest and pool under his collar. Feels like a hot flash and he mentally curses at the realization. On the one hand, finally. Now they can stop wondering. On the other hand, shit. He really hoped he’d avoided having to weather this kind of drug…]
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Date: 2019-07-06 06:13 pm (UTC)That's good. I just need to rest a minute, and then I should be okay. Guess I'm just not used to this direct heat. [It's not as if he'd spent a lot of time in Alabasta, anyhow. Deserts aren't really a climate he's used to.]
I haven't felt any effects from any food in this apartment. The food sold in the stores seems to be safe; it's usually the restaurants and cafes that pose a problem. [Some food has to be safe, otherwise work would never get done. Everyone would be too distracted.
He watches Shiro sit down and smiles again, hoping that he's more comfortable than he was prior to being invited to the apartment. Though -- the blond soon senses something off. Is Shiro's expression changing, slightly?]
Are you sure you're okay? You look -- a little off. I can get you some water.
[He jolts upright, sucking in a breath to steady himself, and then he starts to head to the kitchen.]
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Date: 2019-07-06 10:56 pm (UTC)Shiro nods, but just focuses on trying to rest right now as the heat washes over him like a sudden fever. He’s experienced drugs before. But aphrodisiacs… If he’s ever experienced this before, he doesn’t remember. The feeling’s uncomfortable. All at once, he’s needs a drink, wants a shower, and desires company. The rushing twist of those sensations really throws him for a loop. Not being in full control of his emotions, feelings, and body is frustrating and frightening. Focus… focus on the here and now and don’t think about what your mind is running on. Those aren’t… your thoughts. Focus…]
You said… You’ve been here a few months. [Shiro leans his head back against the chair, eyes closed and face slightly flushed, but it looks like he’s attempting to weather it calmly.] Was it this hot then? [This bland topic isn’t something his body wants to entertain, but it’s something he’s telling his brain to focus on. Boring. Right now, boring and informative is the best combination. Sabo’s answer about the food is instantly heartening and Shiro relaxes a little, his body sinking a bit in the chair.
But another rush of heat has him tensing up again, shoulders rounding and chest and stomach firming under his shirts.] Thanks. That’s… good to hear. [The Paladin is purposefully keeping his breathing measured.] They have to… have a functional society… at least some length… of time. [Part of him wants to ask how long this lasts, but he already predicts the answer is unknown or just depends. Obviously.]
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Date: 2019-07-08 11:21 pm (UTC)Here. I hope this helps some.
[He was worried about this, honestly. The aphrodisiacs are strong, so much so that they're very difficult to ignore; he's tried to do so the first day he'd arrived, and pretty much failed miserably. He doesn't fault Shiro for not being able to completely ignore them, either.
He sits back down where he was previously, watching Shiro to make sure he's alright. As alright as he can be.]
It was April, so it was pretty rainy out. Not very hot. [That breathing must be deliberate, right? Otherwise -- Shiro isn't doing well at all, and that would raise more concern.] Do you need anything else? Ice? [He knows exactly what the aphrodisiacs are telling Shiro, that he wants company, but -- he doesn't want to suggest that. He can't, as it'd be essentially the same as taking advantage of someone.
So, if Shiro says he's fine, Sabo will just sit and try to think of other things to talk about.]
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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.]
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Date: 2019-07-14 03:31 pm (UTC)He does smile when he's told that the water helped, but the smile fades as he witnesses Shiro rest his forehead on his hand. The water only helped so much, which is what the blond was worried about. There's nothing else he can do to help, though, save for --
Well, what the aphrodisiac wants him to do.]
Not at all. I can show you where it is.
[That could cool the man down, hopefully for longer than drinking a glass of water.
He starts to head toward the bathroom, but intentionally stops after a few steps, looking back to make sure Shiro is actually able to follow.]
You alright? Want me to hold a hand? [Not for any reason but to help lead him to the bathroom, really. Before Shiro can answer, though, Sabo reaches for his human hand and holds it, gently tugging forward.]
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Date: 2019-07-16 11:20 pm (UTC)Not… really. [He tries to offer a small laugh. Does Sabo think he’s alright? He’s drugged! But the question about holding his hand—Shiro tenses up.] That’s fi-- [Too late, and Sabo’s grabbed him by the hand. And not his metal one either. Dammit, Sabo! Didn’t you say you experienced this kind of thing already?! He’s too flummoxed to respond and only stumbles forward like the blonde just tugged on a proverbial leash around him. Rubbing his head with his metal hand again, Shiro follows him. He’s going over training drills in his head, keeping his eyes on the walls or the floor or Sabo’s shoulders. So long as he doesn’t just stare at the guy, he can keep himself in check.
But getting to the bathroom isn’t a long trip and Shiro’s quick to rest his forehead against the relatively cool wall while Sabo activates the water. He only takes enough time to toe off his boots, strip his belt, and unzip/shrug out of his black vest before walking barefoot and face first into the shower. As he expects… it’s cold. And god does that feel good. It washes over him, flooding the heat down towards the shower floor for the time being. Doesn’t care his turtleneck and pants are getting utterly soaked and clingy right now. The relief is worth it.]
Thanks. Really, Sabo.