oshylo:
Smiling widely, Shylo hopped up onto a shelf at his back and swung his legs as he looked over at Luke and slid both hands through his own hair, pushing it back from his shoulders and gathering it into a high ponytail that’d stay out of the way for the rest of the day. Hopefully. “Good. You need to get changed or anything? Or you wanna go as you are and let the dude know that my husband is a mechanic, so he shouldn’t fuck with us?” Winking at Luke, Shylo snickered and tied his hair high on his head before plucking a bag of chips from his pocket and digging in, offering some to his companion with a warm smile. “Thanks though… for doing this. You don’t have to. You’re a good guy, Luke. A very good guy.”
Luke watched Shylo with a soft smile on his face, shaking his head at the question. “No, think I'm good. Just need to call Rome, y'know the other husband, and let him know I'd get home a bit later." He chuckled softly at saying that. "He texted a while ago, his dance practice is running late so it should be okay. And that's a good idea, they'd probably be intimidated by the outfit." Luke joked, accepting the offer and grabbing a few chips from the bag. “Don't worry about it, I'm happy to help. And stop, you'll make me blush." The mechanic teased, lightly bumping his shoulder into the other male's before starting to organize his things so he could close the shop for the day.













