saintfms:
if saint could get away with slapping himself on the forehead without looking STUPID , he definitely would . he’d like to think that he’s smart , but he wasn’t thinking when he opened his mouth . saint quickly pulls the package from his mailbox , tucking it under his arm and pouting when he pulls out the stack of bills in it as well . ‘ glitter bombs ? ’ he mumbles under his breath , but his face lights up as he turns around . ‘ are you talking about BATH bombs ? and no , i haven’t sent you anything . i don’t have those privileges anymore , i don’t think . ’
“no, no, it’s like... a prank. there’s a website you can order them from, and you send them to people you don’t like. that way, when they open the box, glitter just explodes out and makes a mess everywhere. it’s spring loaded.... or something.” there was a chance silas was speaking from experience, but he preferred to not revisit the memories that were the weeks he’d continued to find tiny flecks of glitter on his skin. from that point on, he’d made a promise to himself to never again open packages in the nude. in his defense, however, the note he’d received with the box had instructed him to do so, and who was he to deny the wishes of a handwritten letter?
after spending way too much time lost in his thoughts, silas blinked, and remembered that he’d been having a conversation. “there’s no rule against that. you sending me packages. if that was something you wanted to do... you’re technically allowed to, you know. i just... hope it wouldn’t be used for evil.” he wasn’t so sure that was a request he deserved to make, after the way things had ended between them. “it’d probably be smarter to just save the postage and bring it up to my place, though. you still have a key to my elevator, don’t you?”
