[ otabek's eyebrows raise slightly at the question, not the slightest bit suggestive but it's something he had been overanalyzing how to ask himself, lingering mentally on the compromise of asking if he wants to eat in the hotel lobby but it's not an attractive idea to him and he thinks it wouldn't be for yuri, either.
your room or mine feels like a clumsy question for him to ask, like if he spoke it aloud it wouldn't come out the way he'd prefer it to. when he laughs in response, it's part relief and part amusement at yuri's decision making, bossy and direct and entirely inoffensive. private crisis solved.
he speaks up only to nod and greet a member of the hotel staff rushing by with a wild look and a mop in one hand, glancing after them curiously while yuri checks instagram and unlocks the door in the same motion; some practiced, unconscious move. ]
Is the party still going? [ stepping out of his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, he tucks his helmet by the door while directing the question to the door yuri closed after him, stepping carefully around the mess of clothes and the odd snack wrapper. dropping their mcdonalds spoils on the mostly uncluttered table, he half folds the pair of jeans thrown on one chair and drops it into an open suitcase before sitting down.
popping the lid off his milkshake, he makes good on his threat and snags a fry from inside the bag, dipping it into the strawberry-pink while glancing around the room, gaze catching on the costume hanging in front of the mirror. ]
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your room or mine feels like a clumsy question for him to ask, like if he spoke it aloud it wouldn't come out the way he'd prefer it to. when he laughs in response, it's part relief and part amusement at yuri's decision making, bossy and direct and entirely inoffensive. private crisis solved.
he speaks up only to nod and greet a member of the hotel staff rushing by with a wild look and a mop in one hand, glancing after them curiously while yuri checks instagram and unlocks the door in the same motion; some practiced, unconscious move. ]
Is the party still going? [ stepping out of his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, he tucks his helmet by the door while directing the question to the door yuri closed after him, stepping carefully around the mess of clothes and the odd snack wrapper. dropping their mcdonalds spoils on the mostly uncluttered table, he half folds the pair of jeans thrown on one chair and drops it into an open suitcase before sitting down.
popping the lid off his milkshake, he makes good on his threat and snags a fry from inside the bag, dipping it into the strawberry-pink while glancing around the room, gaze catching on the costume hanging in front of the mirror. ]