Today was one of the norm, there wasn’t anything to do and Shiro just spent his time following after Arthur like usual. Even though they weren’t that close of family, cousins being cousins and usually not caring what the other side of the family did. The younger liked to think they were different, from the fact that Arthur always helped him out no matter their distance within the family. Humming a small tune that was different from what he occupied himself with when he was alone. “Arthur, Arthur! Why don’t we.. hm.. what should we do..!” Thinking on the matter, a hand raised to scratch the back of his silver locks.
Hearing a reply from the other, it really didn’t seem like he had anything planned. Did they ever? Either way, the younger of the two had came to a decision, if they couldn’t find anything, maybe something would come to them! It was some logical thinking he had heard from Kuro so maybe it would work. Luckily for them it did, within moments had a phone began to rang. Patting down his clothing, Shiro searched to see if the call was for him but alas, he had left his device.. somewhere. Where did it go? Looking up towards Arthur’s phone and listening to his conversation, it was the sound of him having to do paperwork. That wasn’t that surprising.
The frown that found it’s way on Shiro’s features wasted no time to disappear as he latched onto the male’s arm. Well, he was sure this would go fine. Accompanying him towards the designated goal, being a large building— whatever was inside. Shiro would have to imagine since this was where they would have to split ways. Only for the time being. Clapping his hands together to show he was appreciative of the time they got to spend together, even if it wasn’t that long considering the other had much more important thing to do.
A wave given to Shiro and even a time he could probably come back if he really wanted to do something later. This was something that had to happen! So in exchange as he released the other to leave, turning his back as he tried to think of another place to go. “H-eeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Waaaaaaaaait!” Turning around quickly and chasing the blond into the building, almost tripping over his footing had he grabbed onto the back of the other’s shirt to keep him from falling. “Wait, wait!” Catching his breath, even though it wasn’t that long of a run, “Meet me on eye level!” A request that wasn’t hard for Arthur to fulfill, leaning forward to see what Shiro had in store was nothing but something small.
His hand raised to push back blond locks, something resting between the cracks of his fingers as he shifted them to the side. Leaning forward and placing a kiss onto Arthur’s forehead, he kept it there for a few moments before reeling back and removing his hand so the strands of hair could fall back in place. “Good luck, I’ll see you at..” Digging in his pockets, he tried searching for the paper that he had written the time he could come back to see his cousin, patting himself down and looking towards the entrance door. What if he dropped it!? No, he couldn’t lose it! So running outside the door, he looked down on the sidewalk as he searched for it. Maybe it was about time he realized.. Arthur told him the time and didn’t write it down.
1. The Forehead Kiss:The forehead kiss usually means that you are just friends. Depending on how it is planted, it can also be used as a means of showing deep affection to a loved one. Most people use use it as a starter kiss when they meet someone new, to express that they like them.
Aside of scripts and poetry which this artisan reads, there is a fondness of which one might label a novella. Minuscule readings, brimming with shortened stories that breathe the budding intimacies of romance into that of flourishing gardens. Ah, such readings have thus inspired her to attempt an act of seeming affection, one she wields not predominantly for whom she hails blood.
Fingers grasp tight on the lengthy sleeve of the middle, using minuscule exertion to tug him down swiftly without any forewarning. Upon her toes does she stand, as if attempting to reach the tip of his nose… only for the point of her own to brush against his own fleetingly. Heels rock backward whilst she secures her balance, releasing the cloth of his garment as she glowers at the floor, inwardly blaming it rather than her own judgement of distance.
It is upon glancing upward does viridescent hue perceive the expression that paints itself across porcelain features, ire swelling within her as she barks a single order for him to obey.
❝You! Do not speak of what you just thought! Ever, understood?! A-And cease that face, make haste!❞
