[There is just a little spark of warning but Shiro's relaxed enough that he doesn't pay it the attention it probably deserves at the idea of Lance deciding Shiro needs romance lessons. Because that sounds like a really bad idea. Not the romance lessons themselves, though Shiro would suspect that his style wouldn't match Lance's at all in that particular area but more that Lance seems to think romance lessons are necessary.
Which indicates he thinks Shiro needs romance.
Which indicates he might think he needed to help find someone.
And that - that just doesn't sound safe at all.
Besides... that would imply that Shiro was healthy enough for that kind of thing and... Shiro doesn't really think so. He's glad for the distraction with the mask and he reaches up to tap it lightly with a human finger. Moves his nose a little.]
Does feel a little stiff. [He unfolds from the bed and stands up leaning a little to catch a look at the mask in the mirror before giving Lance a smile.] You just want me out of the room so you can look for that journal. [But he grins when he says it and then steps through the small door that leads to his bathroom, not bothering close it behind him. There is no journal. Or not a personal one at least. Like hell would Shiro ever right down what goes through his head where it could be found. But there are several notebooks full of star charts and calculations and notes on planets, people and species they've seen as well as the lions and the castle. He doesn't honestly expect Lance to invade his privacy like that but if he does he's going to be bored out of his mind in short order.
The mask comes off fairly easily with water and Shiro pats his face dry with a hand towel, vaguely remembering something about patting things dry from his mother and grandmother. His skin does feel - strange. Not bad strange. Kind of nice strange and he looks in the mirror over the skin. Well - he's not glowing yet but maybe his face doesn't look quite as tired as it had before. He leaves the towel over his shoulder and pulls down another one to leave on the sink for Lance before he steps out and back into the room.]
Feels better. [A gesture over his shoulder at the bathroom.] All yours.
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Which indicates he thinks Shiro needs romance.
Which indicates he might think he needed to help find someone.
And that - that just doesn't sound safe at all.
Besides... that would imply that Shiro was healthy enough for that kind of thing and... Shiro doesn't really think so. He's glad for the distraction with the mask and he reaches up to tap it lightly with a human finger. Moves his nose a little.]
Does feel a little stiff. [He unfolds from the bed and stands up leaning a little to catch a look at the mask in the mirror before giving Lance a smile.] You just want me out of the room so you can look for that journal. [But he grins when he says it and then steps through the small door that leads to his bathroom, not bothering close it behind him. There is no journal. Or not a personal one at least. Like hell would Shiro ever right down what goes through his head where it could be found. But there are several notebooks full of star charts and calculations and notes on planets, people and species they've seen as well as the lions and the castle. He doesn't honestly expect Lance to invade his privacy like that but if he does he's going to be bored out of his mind in short order.
The mask comes off fairly easily with water and Shiro pats his face dry with a hand towel, vaguely remembering something about patting things dry from his mother and grandmother. His skin does feel - strange. Not bad strange. Kind of nice strange and he looks in the mirror over the skin. Well - he's not glowing yet but maybe his face doesn't look quite as tired as it had before. He leaves the towel over his shoulder and pulls down another one to leave on the sink for Lance before he steps out and back into the room.]
Feels better. [A gesture over his shoulder at the bathroom.] All yours.