[ shiro is not starting to suspect. or better put: he doesn’t care enough to suspect. suspecting implies that he’ll wind up doing something to counter the predicament he’s found himself in. but when he has no true desire to stop this… well, shiro is all too happy to eye keith’s rear and nod along. ]
Sure.
[ a few minutes is nothing too damning against his work ethic. though, if counting from when this all began to when he inevitably leaves, he’ll have spared close to an hour. he’s in no real fear of being reprimanded, that’s not the problem, but he supposes he’ll feel somewhat guilty for being paid for flirting with his boyfriend. he’ll, as in not now. right now, he doesn’t feel anything other than giddy desire, his movements sloppy as he drops the keys, the pastry box and the floaty package on the kitchen counter.
distracted as he is in watching the movement of keith’s body hidden in the bulk of that sweater, shiro -- miraculously -- has the presence of mind to set the floaty box upright and turned toward the couch. look what he got -- he made good on both his promises. eclairs and a big ol’ eggplant.
that’s as far as his thought process goes though. if keith means grab an eclair and sit with him while they both enjoy their treat… shiro is not on the same page. he leaves the box open but doesn’t nab a pastry for himself. he merely wanders after keith like an overeager pup. ]
But if you need help eating one… [ and he sits down on the couch with a grin. ] I guess I went overboard with thirteen, huh?
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Sure.
[ a few minutes is nothing too damning against his work ethic. though, if counting from when this all began to when he inevitably leaves, he’ll have spared close to an hour. he’s in no real fear of being reprimanded, that’s not the problem, but he supposes he’ll feel somewhat guilty for being paid for flirting with his boyfriend. he’ll, as in not now. right now, he doesn’t feel anything other than giddy desire, his movements sloppy as he drops the keys, the pastry box and the floaty package on the kitchen counter.
distracted as he is in watching the movement of keith’s body hidden in the bulk of that sweater, shiro -- miraculously -- has the presence of mind to set the floaty box upright and turned toward the couch. look what he got -- he made good on both his promises. eclairs and a big ol’ eggplant.
that’s as far as his thought process goes though. if keith means grab an eclair and sit with him while they both enjoy their treat… shiro is not on the same page. he leaves the box open but doesn’t nab a pastry for himself. he merely wanders after keith like an overeager pup. ]
But if you need help eating one… [ and he sits down on the couch with a grin. ] I guess I went overboard with thirteen, huh?