The cold may be outside, but it seeps in through the old windows and through the bones. Shinjiro's bones are especially susceptible to the bite which lances up his skin like icicles, and it's a return trip from the outside that has him trekking into the boarding house lobby with an obvious hurried quality to his steps.
The door closes, and it's here Shinjiro hacks as he leans against the worn wood, the cold wind having bitten down on his raspy throat mercilessly. It takes a moment to actually catch his breath, and when he does, it's accompanied by opening his eyes to see someone there staring at his pathetic ass through the frost left on his lashes.
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WEEK 2. TUESDAY
Date: 2025-11-19 10:21 am (UTC)The cold may be outside, but it seeps in through the old windows and through the bones. Shinjiro's bones are especially susceptible to the bite which lances up his skin like icicles, and it's a return trip from the outside that has him trekking into the boarding house lobby with an obvious hurried quality to his steps.
The door closes, and it's here Shinjiro hacks as he leans against the worn wood, the cold wind having bitten down on his raspy throat mercilessly. It takes a moment to actually catch his breath, and when he does, it's accompanied by opening his eyes to see someone there staring at his pathetic ass through the frost left on his lashes.
Fuck. ]
...What?
[ Don't look at him, man. ]