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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( 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?