( welcome instead to the opposite end of events: living on your own, and always knowing, and having no one, around to confirm or deny or even live on past the weirdness. just a connection to the person who means the most in his life that feels like it's getting more tenuous every day.
Yuri snorts, rolling his hand in a tossing motion. )
Fair warning that I've only ever lived with my Grandfather before. ( and a pause as an errant thought strikes. ) Uh. I'll try to remember not to run around naked?
( he's already kind of considering his clothing optional life at home when he gets caught up in other ideas, leading to leaping out of the shower and facing possible unhappy slip'n'slide consequences on the old wooden floors. not his fault he tends to leap before he thinks.
(it's entirely his fault.) )
Anyway, I've got sheets and stuff so the couch can be more of a real bed instead of just, you know, the couch.
( trust Yuri to actually ask; frowning a moment after. )
Why body conscious, not the rest.
( communal showers and public bathing are enough of Yuri's norm that even if it's a bit of a joke (an honest joke, Yuri gives no flips about his state of dress while on his own) his best friend's been having all the weird stuff coming back.
too bad they're all slammed with things like this. if they weren't, it'd be so much easier to gloss on by what's otherwise normal social politics. )
I don't know, we could have picked up a futon or something too, I just... ( he shrugs. ) Never had a big need until recently.
( Yuri tips his head to the side, blinking once or twice. his eyes move from the scars to Dave's face; scars are scars are a body showing damage, yes, but its not that which has Yuri pursing his lips. )
And the memories along with? Scars are pretty bad-ass, except for how people always ask questions.
( calmer than he expected himself to ask, but it's... the fact Dave's owning up to any of it. getting angry at the life Dave's memories had him living feels so fruitless and frustrating. Yuri can't fix any of it, or more to his liking, kick any of its collective ass. )
Around the age I am now, within a year or so. That's about when I started fightin' monsters on the regular, who...don't exactly abide by the rules of swordplay.
[ that sounds genuine for a BLATANT LIE ]
So around then I started wearin' more layers, I think? I don't remember all of it.
Huh. Didn't seem like those scars were all that new.
( BUT DANG IT HE LEAVES IT AT THAT LMAO
Sorry Dave he trusts you but also you have come out with bombs of btw I've died in memory and btw death and BY THE WAY SHIT SUCKS ALSO and you know what
there's time enough to deal with that if he thinks Dave's getting avoidant. it's a weird balance Yuri has no skill or patience for navigating, but he'll try. )
Does anyone? Seems like all we get is patchwork, like those quilts you see at crafts fairs or whatever.
( it's not, but Yuri seems to find the answer great because he calls back: )
Hoping they keep you cool?
( he'd laugh because he used to own flannel sheets with a snowflake pattern... but these are just cotton. he comes trudging back out with sheets and a pillow in arms, heading for the couch. )
What kind of same name bullshit?
( asks the guy who dances with a Yuuri and dream-remembers Yuuri )
The fact you have multiple big bads sounds like a comic book nightmare. Maybe you should cut a deal with Wonder?
( shaking out the sheets, he works on getting the fitted one to hug the couch cushions properly. he also laughs, straightening up for a moment to look over at dave. )
Or make you feel special at least.
( he tosses dave the flat sheet, miming unfolding with his hands. )
I'll drag a blanket out here for you too. Insulation sucks in this building.
I'll feel sooooo special. [ KING OF THE COUCH but yeah he doesn't need much in the way of comforts, and catches the sheet to start unfolding. ] Don't worry about it, though. This is way more than I expected. It'll be...kind of a relief to be here? Things have been, you know, tense or whatever.
( this clearly solves everything. or, if it doesn't, it at least solves enough in his eyes. )
I keep weird hours 'cause of work, and I'm starting a second job to help put money away so I can finally get that stupid moped... at least you don't need a motorcycle license for that stuff, and I already have my driver's license.
( that he never uses but that's not the point. the point is his grandfather had always insisted, and Yuri had agreed; there's no point not knowing how to drive. either way, he waves a hand, dismissing half of what he's said. )
The guy next door used to be on Retrospec, I think, but he's off again. He's pretty okay though. Doesn't get worked up about most things like noise when it's come up in the past.
( aka when Yuri's gotten home late and stubbed his toe and cursed himself a blue streak. )
It's ok, you know I keep weird as fuck hours. I'm quiet, though, so it shouldn't be disruptive...?
[ though what he's saving up for is up in the air here. he mostly just seems to be saving... ]
I also promise not to throw wild ravers while you're at work. Unless ten cats happen to stop by and want fish, or something, like Neko Atsume level party?
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Yuri snorts, rolling his hand in a tossing motion. )
Fair warning that I've only ever lived with my Grandfather before. ( and a pause as an errant thought strikes. ) Uh. I'll try to remember not to run around naked?
( he's already kind of considering his clothing optional life at home when he gets caught up in other ideas, leading to leaping out of the shower and facing possible unhappy slip'n'slide consequences on the old wooden floors. not his fault he tends to leap before he thinks.
(it's entirely his fault.) )
Anyway, I've got sheets and stuff so the couch can be more of a real bed instead of just, you know, the couch.
i didn't even notice...
[ he's more cautious about that kind of thing with his new scars and...too many memories to count. ]
Also, that works for me - like, I am used to pretty much whatever?
bless you lucy
( trust Yuri to actually ask; frowning a moment after. )
Why body conscious, not the rest.
( communal showers and public bathing are enough of Yuri's norm that even if it's a bit of a joke (an honest joke, Yuri gives no flips about his state of dress while on his own) his best friend's been having all the weird stuff coming back.
too bad they're all slammed with things like this. if they weren't, it'd be so much easier to gloss on by what's otherwise normal social politics. )
I don't know, we could have picked up a futon or something too, I just... ( he shrugs. ) Never had a big need until recently.
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[ after a second, uncrossing his arms, he'll roll up his sleeves. there are sword scars, now. ]
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And the memories along with? Scars are pretty bad-ass, except for how people always ask questions.
( calmer than he expected himself to ask, but it's... the fact Dave's owning up to any of it. getting angry at the life Dave's memories had him living feels so fruitless and frustrating. Yuri can't fix any of it, or more to his liking, kick any of its collective ass. )
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[ CHILD ABUSE, DAVE, but he doesn't say that part, just calmly looking back at yuri. ]
...Still, it's kind of hard to explain to people suddenly off the network. I think it used to make me self-conscious back then, too.
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( calling some level of bullshit because of that -- or more, taking sword fighting as something literal instead of something practice, if he's honest.
but he nods to the difficulty in explanations. )
How old were you when you got most them? From what your memories say.
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[ that sounds genuine for a BLATANT LIE ]
So around then I started wearin' more layers, I think? I don't remember all of it.
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( BUT DANG IT HE LEAVES IT AT THAT LMAO
Sorry Dave he trusts you but also you have come out with bombs of btw I've died in memory and btw death and BY THE WAY SHIT SUCKS ALSO and you know what
there's time enough to deal with that if he thinks Dave's getting avoidant. it's a weird balance Yuri has no skill or patience for navigating, but he'll try. )
Does anyone? Seems like all we get is patchwork, like those quilts you see at crafts fairs or whatever.
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[ a shrug but he changes topics as well. ]
I think the more you remember the more you can fill in the blanks, but even those blanks can be hard to fill - or easy to fill in wrong.
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( he snorts, heading back toward his room, calling out behind him. )
Bamboo or snowflakes?
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[ MAYBE THE SNOWFLAKES WILL MAKE HIM FEEL LESS HOT, AS FAR AS SUMMER GOES
that's not how sheets work. ]
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Hoping they keep you cool?
( he'd laugh because he used to own flannel sheets with a snowflake pattern... but these are just cotton. he comes trudging back out with sheets and a pillow in arms, heading for the couch. )
What kind of same name bullshit?
( asks the guy who dances with a Yuuri and dream-remembers Yuuri )
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[ dave shrugs, and drifts towards the couch and yuri. ]
And you never know. Surroundin' myself in snowflakes ought to at least make me not overwarm?
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( shaking out the sheets, he works on getting the fitted one to hug the couch cushions properly. he also laughs, straightening up for a moment to look over at dave. )
Or make you feel special at least.
( he tosses dave the flat sheet, miming unfolding with his hands. )
I'll drag a blanket out here for you too. Insulation sucks in this building.
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( this clearly solves everything. or, if it doesn't, it at least solves enough in his eyes. )
I keep weird hours 'cause of work, and I'm starting a second job to help put money away so I can finally get that stupid moped... at least you don't need a motorcycle license for that stuff, and I already have my driver's license.
( that he never uses but that's not the point. the point is his grandfather had always insisted, and Yuri had agreed; there's no point not knowing how to drive. either way, he waves a hand, dismissing half of what he's said. )
The guy next door used to be on Retrospec, I think, but he's off again. He's pretty okay though. Doesn't get worked up about most things like noise when it's come up in the past.
( aka when Yuri's gotten home late and stubbed his toe and cursed himself a blue streak. )
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[ though what he's saving up for is up in the air here. he mostly just seems to be saving... ]
I also promise not to throw wild ravers while you're at work. Unless ten cats happen to stop by and want fish, or something, like Neko Atsume level party?