thinkin' deep thoughts

Kuroo’s tail gives a gentle wag across the sand as Hattori agrees to his proposition. Withholding the bigger emotions he felt and resisting the urge to embrace the Kaicho, he clears his throat and sits up straighter instead. Letting silence fall over them for a few moments, Kuroo really considered where he saw his future. Not that he hadn’t been thinking about it for awhile, but he wanted the Kaicho to know that he took all of this very seriously.

“Do you need someone to run interference with others? A diplomat of sorts? Or perhaps someone who can help with the bigger pack stuff? I can care for the social aspects,” he threw the idea out there as he looked back at Hattori. Would he agree? Or was Tojo-Kai reclusive enough that they didn’t need someone of such stature?

Kuroo Shima