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"GET THE SPICY ONE," Isagi pointed. Rin looked between the two cans, throwing the spicy one in the cart. "Oh, Michael messaged me and it's- oh," there was a pause. Isagi stared at the phone with a blush on his cheeks. "Oh, he said to show you, too."
Isagi turned the phone and it was an image of Ness (Micheal's sub) tied up, a beautiful blue rope in an intricate design across his chest.
"Oh, he followed with a message saying 'photo is consensual by the way." Isagi blinked, "Well I mean, that's good to know."
"That's kinbaku, a form of Japanese bondage. Quite beautiful," Rin commented as they continued down the canned foods aisle in the store.
"Yes, it is very pretty," Isagi mumbled still staring at his phone. "Would you tie me up like that?"
Rin picked up some tuna and put it into the cart. "I would but I'm not very good. Not enough practice."
Isagi looked up with a burrowed frown. "But you've been a dom for a while now?"
"Not everyone is into it and when they are it's- it's not like I could be like 'oh sorry give me some time to work out this difficult part' - one wrong twist and you spend twenty minutes trying to undo it and trust me. The mood dies."
Isagi barked out a laugh as they turned into a new aisle. "Sorry," he covered his mouth still grinning. "I mean, you could always practice with me?"
Rin turned to the raven and smiled, "Yeah, okay, we can practice outside the scene, until I get good at some designs you like? Then, once they turn out okay we can try it in a scene?"
"Yea, I'd like that," Isagi grabbed a few peach juices and out them in the shopping cart.
"Hey, wait, get both peach and mango." Rin tried to stop Isagi putting the bottles in the cart.
"Yeah but I like peach too," Isagi frowned. He remembered the conversation they had about fighting over their favorite flavors. Rin preferred peach while Isagi preferred mango.
"But if we get separate flavors then we know whose is whose, so there's no fight when the last one is drunk-"
"What are you even going on about," Isagi let out a laugh, picking up some mangos and adding them in.
"It's the trauma of having a brother," Rin muttered and started to push the cart away.
"You don't talk about him much," Isagi pointed out; a mere observation but it felt like a boulder was placed on his chest and he couldn't breathe.
"There's not much to say." That was an understatement.
"I mean, he is famous." Isagi grabbed some milk and placing it in the cart.
