( 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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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?