[ of course he gets a call. it’s like the coyotes all over again, but worse, because he can’t throw things until the annoyance removes itself. he can’t blatantly ignore work, unless he wants to answer to bigger consequences later. so he sighs and shakes his head, gently plucking the phone from keith’s hand. ]
Here, let me see that.
[ texts are more friendly in nature; those can be put on the backburner for however long. as for a direct call? means it’s likely something urgent or at the very least, work related. thumbs the green answer symbol and sets it on speaker; might as well clue in keith as well, on what shiro suspects will have him leaving here quickly. ]
Hello?
[ and yeah, five seconds in and it definitely seems like he’s going to be on his way out. nothing life shattering, he suppose; it’s not a hostage situation or a shoot out or anything of the like. it’s a vehicle losing control and barreling into a cafe down on sunflower. he just saw jacob at the donut shop and apparently, he’s fresh enough in his mind for jacob to harass him into assisting with the large-scale statement collecting. fun. busy work somehow makes leaving keith even worse. still of course he gives a -- ]
Yeah, okay. Be right over.
[ he ends the call and stuffs the phone back into his pocket before wrapping that arm around keith to hug him close. shiro buries his face right back into his neck and sighs long an’ slow. they could still do it, he supposes. jacob’s floundering with corralling all the witnesses but what’s five, ten more minutes? the thing is… the mood is spoiled for shiro. he’ll be too busy thinking about fucking jacob and him needing his help for shiro to fully enjoy keith’s attentions. so: ]
Gotta go. Duty calls and all that. [ words are mumbled, somewhat grumpy in nature. he smooths this over by pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of keith’s jaw. ] Raincheck?
listen. shiro has a serious medical condition. he can't help it that viagra helps manageit.
Here, let me see that.
[ texts are more friendly in nature; those can be put on the backburner for however long. as for a direct call? means it’s likely something urgent or at the very least, work related. thumbs the green answer symbol and sets it on speaker; might as well clue in keith as well, on what shiro suspects will have him leaving here quickly. ]
Hello?
[ and yeah, five seconds in and it definitely seems like he’s going to be on his way out. nothing life shattering, he suppose; it’s not a hostage situation or a shoot out or anything of the like. it’s a vehicle losing control and barreling into a cafe down on sunflower. he just saw jacob at the donut shop and apparently, he’s fresh enough in his mind for jacob to harass him into assisting with the large-scale statement collecting. fun. busy work somehow makes leaving keith even worse. still of course he gives a -- ]
Yeah, okay. Be right over.
[ he ends the call and stuffs the phone back into his pocket before wrapping that arm around keith to hug him close. shiro buries his face right back into his neck and sighs long an’ slow. they could still do it, he supposes. jacob’s floundering with corralling all the witnesses but what’s five, ten more minutes? the thing is… the mood is spoiled for shiro. he’ll be too busy thinking about fucking jacob and him needing his help for shiro to fully enjoy keith’s attentions. so: ]
Gotta go. Duty calls and all that. [ words are mumbled, somewhat grumpy in nature. he smooths this over by pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of keith’s jaw. ] Raincheck?