[ He's just trying to look out for him in the only way he knows how, and if his fighter knew– well, he doesn't want to think about that either. He only wants to be as honest with Kuroo as he can be. ]
well, let's not tell anyone if it makes you worried.
[ what goes on in the privacy of each other's time is no one's business, isn't it? it's a bit naive, sure, but kuroo's not had a reason to think otherwise just yet. ]
[ He's only worried about Kuroo, but that's probably nothing considering how good a fighter he is. It's best to do as he suggests and think about it later. ]
[ and he meant it - kuroo's stepping out of his room as he sends off the text, checking his messages first in case kenma's given a heads-up about coming back from the bridge. no such luck on that front; he sends off a note for his navigator not to wait up, instead.
it takes all of a handful of minutes before kuroo's hailing abel from the other side of his door. ]
[ Abel sends an affirmative back in response and then just... stands in the middle of his room for a handful of seconds trying to process exactly what he's doing. He'd just invited Kuroo here to, what? To touch him? Maybe kiss him? Had he really been thinking about that? It's not as if Abel would readily admit something like that himself, but it's a very real possibility he has to consider now that the fighter is on his way here.
And when he hears his voice from the hall, it kickstarts Abel into actually moving, dropping his data pad somewhere off to the side of his bed and dragging his fingers through his hair before he even makes it to the door. He manages to open it without too much hesitation. ]
Hi. [ Abel also hopes he isn't turning red when he looks at him either, stepping back to make room for Kuroo to enter. ] You can come in. [ So he can probably shut the door again and lock it too. ]
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[ He's just trying to look out for him in the only way he knows how, and if his fighter knew– well, he doesn't want to think about that either. He only wants to be as honest with Kuroo as he can be. ]
It's okay. I want you to.
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[ what goes on in the privacy of each other's time is no one's business, isn't it? it's a bit naive, sure, but kuroo's not had a reason to think otherwise just yet. ]
is now a good time?
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Now's fine. No one is here with me.
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[ and he meant it - kuroo's stepping out of his room as he sends off the text, checking his messages first in case kenma's given a heads-up about coming back from the bridge. no such luck on that front; he sends off a note for his navigator not to wait up, instead.
it takes all of a handful of minutes before kuroo's hailing abel from the other side of his door. ]
Yo, you in there?
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And when he hears his voice from the hall, it kickstarts Abel into actually moving, dropping his data pad somewhere off to the side of his bed and dragging his fingers through his hair before he even makes it to the door. He manages to open it without too much hesitation. ]
Hi. [ Abel also hopes he isn't turning red when he looks at him either, stepping back to make room for Kuroo to enter. ] You can come in. [ So he can probably shut the door again and lock it too. ]