[ hrm, there's— truly, it's hard to keep smiling at something that sounded so bleak. while shoyo's lips wane apologetically, he places his chicken friend on the floor of his bedroom and slips his fingers away from the other to trek to him bed and gather the clothes he's already separated. they might be a little small in terms of height, but in bulk? it should be pretty loose-fitting. back to the doorway, shoyo hands them over and weighs a sympathetic hand over the other's shoulder. yes, it's obvious, but more than that—
whatever it was, he was sorry that it happened— and it's too bad (or for the best?) that he didn't know how heavy a subject it was, or would be for him to ever swallow. ]
It's this way. [ leading him to the frame of your average, deer-esque bathroom: a victorian tub and a copper shower head that runs warm water, a strangely shaped but functional toilet to go with. there's a clean towel, right there! ready for use. there's something about shoyo that seems . . . anxious? in a positive way. as if he wanted to do something, wanted to talk, but was holding back his energy for the right time. ] You can just come in when you're done! I'll get the donuts.
[ shoyo exchanges a gaze that comes with rosy cheeks the more he lingered, and decided eventually to go get the donuts and set up a screening of some sort, blabbering off to picanha in portuguese: something about is there a csi: brasil? he might like that. ]
no subject
whatever it was, he was sorry that it happened— and it's too bad (or for the best?) that he didn't know how heavy a subject it was, or would be for him to ever swallow. ]
It's this way. [ leading him to the frame of your average, deer-esque bathroom: a victorian tub and a copper shower head that runs warm water, a strangely shaped but functional toilet to go with. there's a clean towel, right there! ready for use. there's something about shoyo that seems . . . anxious? in a positive way. as if he wanted to do something, wanted to talk, but was holding back his energy for the right time. ] You can just come in when you're done! I'll get the donuts.
[ shoyo exchanges a gaze that comes with rosy cheeks the more he lingered, and decided eventually to go get the donuts and set up a screening of some sort, blabbering off to picanha in portuguese: something about is there a csi: brasil? he might like that. ]