[ Privacy is something and he'll take what he can get. Sendak doesn't stop looking smug at any point when they pass, but once they're in the quarters that he's been given on the ship, the door slides shut and Shiro unclasps the leashes, not missing the glitter of gems decorating them, flashing in the dim purple lighting of the room.
There's something...there, though. He doesn't know what it is, but there's a tug somewhere in his chest toward them, some sort of ringing familiarity that he can't shake when he looks at them. The name still sounds right, though. Shiro. He doesn't know their names, but thinks he doesn't want to, either. Not when they won't be around for long. He's never been gifted something like this, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they want of him. They'll still be monitoring them but at least the room gives some semblance of privacy, however small.
The darker haired one looks like he's actively crushed by the sight of him and Shiro hates it. They all do what needs done and he knows that they've both likely been through what the arena puts them through; they wouldn't have survived this long if they didn't, but he can't-- perform, not if they're that upset. Others hadn't taken any issue to that with him, but --
It doesn't matter. What matters is he's looking at them right now and he feels something and it's shaken him. ]
I might look like someone you know, but it doesn't matter after this. If it helps now, it's -- alright, but-- they'll send you to the arena again, no matter what.
[ Of course, they might not. He's not unfamiliar with the idea of pleasure slaves, solely marked for that but not with the way these two fight and move with each other. There's a reason they're paired together.
Wordless, he slides off part of the armor he wore, leaving him in the black flight suit, his arm glinting in the dim lighting. The glitter of gems catches his eye again and he blows out a frustrated breath, waving a hand at it. ]
sry i ruined public sex but shiro's STILL KINDA A NICE GUY
There's something...there, though. He doesn't know what it is, but there's a tug somewhere in his chest toward them, some sort of ringing familiarity that he can't shake when he looks at them. The name still sounds right, though. Shiro. He doesn't know their names, but thinks he doesn't want to, either. Not when they won't be around for long. He's never been gifted something like this, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they want of him. They'll still be monitoring them but at least the room gives some semblance of privacy, however small.
The darker haired one looks like he's actively crushed by the sight of him and Shiro hates it. They all do what needs done and he knows that they've both likely been through what the arena puts them through; they wouldn't have survived this long if they didn't, but he can't-- perform, not if they're that upset. Others hadn't taken any issue to that with him, but --
It doesn't matter. What matters is he's looking at them right now and he feels something and it's shaken him. ]
I might look like someone you know, but it doesn't matter after this. If it helps now, it's -- alright, but-- they'll send you to the arena again, no matter what.
[ Of course, they might not. He's not unfamiliar with the idea of pleasure slaves, solely marked for that but not with the way these two fight and move with each other. There's a reason they're paired together.
Wordless, he slides off part of the armor he wore, leaving him in the black flight suit, his arm glinting in the dim lighting. The glitter of gems catches his eye again and he blows out a frustrated breath, waving a hand at it. ]
You can take those off.