[ shiro’s suspicious. this is too easy. for all its build-up, with the lure, the note, the keycard, the anticipation… all that effort and planning to cumulate with mystery rider simply giving up? shiro wrinkles his nose. it doesn’t seem right. doesn’t feel right either. sure, he’s noticed the dim lighting, aided by the flicker of candle flame from the next room over. also, the fragrant, somewhat flowery smell in the air is hard to miss now that his heartbeat and attention have steadied under the initial rush of adrenaline. yes, he’s noticed and he concludes that his first guess must be right: the goal is to seduce him.
… but that’s it? a few cliches around the room and mystery rider expected – what? for shiro to waltz in and be so easily swayed into bedding him? that can't be the extent of his plan.
and yet, his hands are raised. hmph. shiro doesn’t trust him. ]
No.
[ he pulls the handcuffs out of the utility pouch fastened to his belt. there’s the unmistakable click of chain and ratchet teeth being pulled back. he doesn’t move any closer though, not yet. ]
no subject
… but that’s it? a few cliches around the room and mystery rider expected – what? for shiro to waltz in and be so easily swayed into bedding him? that can't be the extent of his plan.
and yet, his hands are raised. hmph. shiro doesn’t trust him. ]
No.
[ he pulls the handcuffs out of the utility pouch fastened to his belt. there’s the unmistakable click of chain and ratchet teeth being pulled back. he doesn’t move any closer though, not yet. ]
Hands behind your back.
[ no funny business! ]