Please - I'll kick you out if you steal any more of my food.
( But it's a playful warning, and Yuri presses 'play' before getting up to swap the overhead light for the bedside lamp. It has an immediate effect on the atmosphere. He hadn't really been thinking that far ahead - he just prefers to watch films in low light in the evening, that's all - but then what had been a room with a bed all of a sudden becomes a bedroom. He exhales softly, licking salt from his lips as he climbs back onto the mattress.
Instead of sitting next to him, Yuri stretches out on his front and rests his head on folded arms. Having finished his sandwich, he only has the rest of the fries to pick at, which he keeps close to use as a distraction when his thoughts start wandering to Otabek again.
Should he be surprised that he's stayed with him? They both know he can leave whenever he wants - he wasn't obliged to come back to his room, after all - but he's still here. He's choosing to be here. Yuri shifts a little, and his hip bumps up against Otabek's knee.
He ignores it.
Eventually, when his fries are all finished, Yuri's eyelids begin to droop. He doesn't want to admit that he's tired; he's enjoying being with Otabek too much to let something like the need for sleep get in the way. He hitches onto his side, stifling a yawn as he looks up to his guest through a messy curtain of hair. )
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Please - I'll kick you out if you steal any more of my food.
( But it's a playful warning, and Yuri presses 'play' before getting up to swap the overhead light for the bedside lamp. It has an immediate effect on the atmosphere. He hadn't really been thinking that far ahead - he just prefers to watch films in low light in the evening, that's all - but then what had been a room with a bed all of a sudden becomes a bedroom. He exhales softly, licking salt from his lips as he climbs back onto the mattress.
Instead of sitting next to him, Yuri stretches out on his front and rests his head on folded arms. Having finished his sandwich, he only has the rest of the fries to pick at, which he keeps close to use as a distraction when his thoughts start wandering to Otabek again.
Should he be surprised that he's stayed with him? They both know he can leave whenever he wants - he wasn't obliged to come back to his room, after all - but he's still here. He's choosing to be here. Yuri shifts a little, and his hip bumps up against Otabek's knee.
He ignores it.
Eventually, when his fries are all finished, Yuri's eyelids begin to droop. He doesn't want to admit that he's tired; he's enjoying being with Otabek too much to let something like the need for sleep get in the way. He hitches onto his side, stifling a yawn as he looks up to his guest through a messy curtain of hair. )
Any milkshake left? I want some.