[ Hitoshi rolls his eyes at the comment. Of course it's not stylish enough - he didn't buy it so he could appear in Paris Fashion Week, it's supposed to be comfortable and apparently it's doing that job perfectly well. He's wrapping his fingers around the mug between his hands and about to make some kind of remark in return, something along the lines of well we can't all be Peter Pan on ice, when the nudge of Yuri's foot against his ankle stops him cold.
He blinks, eyes widening just a fraction as he glances down at the table - as if he could see through the smooth wooden surface. And see what, exactly? Looking back up at Yuri, it definitely doesn't seem like he meant for that to be quite as flirtatious as it ended up coming across, his ears a telltale pink. Hitoshi exhales a breath of laughter and carefully ignores something dangerously close to disappointment that tugs at him as a result.
But hey, maybe if he does it too, it'll be less of a Thing. Less... something. It'll be closer to the actual joke it's supposed to be, anyway. ]
You want to dance with me, Yura?
[ There's that grin of his again, playful as ever. ]
( Yuri flusters at both the question and Hitoshi's use of the affectionate diminutive version of his name. He knows he's being teased - when is Hitoshi not teasing him, really - but he feels suddenly called out, and his gut reaction is to immediately start back-pedaling on whatever it is he said. It takes a lot of effort to ignore that habit and attempt something a little ... different.
Hitoshi's foot-nudge back gives him the last few ounces of courage that he needs. )
So what if I do?
( He raises an eyebrow, assessing the other from over the rim of his steaming cup. They've never had a night out together - their schedules rarely align in a way that allows for excessive drinking and dancing on both parts - but that doesn't mean Yuri's never entertained the idea of showing Hitoshi that he can dance on solid ground as well as ice. )
At least you wouldn't ditch me to get laid, right?
( Green eyes narrow into a playful glare as he sets his cup down in front of him again. It's nice, actually, to already kind of know that Hitoshi wouldn't screw him over like that. Yuri's never been made to feel as though the time they've spent together has been wasted. )
[ Hitoshi lifts an eyebrow, still grinning - but that's a step further than he really wants to go with his teasing, so there isn't really room for a reaction to it on Yuri's part before he snorts with laughter, making it clear that that wasn't actually a serious question and in the process breaking a vague sense of tension that he suspects he might be completely imagining. He might be eighteen, but he's not totally stupid.
Shoulders shaking slightly with mirth, he looks down into his cup, watching the little bubbles that collect on the surface. The spoon's still in it, just because he hasn't bothered to take it out yet, so with his chin once again in his hand he begins idly swirling the dark liquid around. Normally by now he'd be getting on for his second cup, using caffeine as a cheap stand-in for sleep that evades much more deftly and can't simply be bought. And that's probably it, isn't it? Insomnia is an irregular and unpredictable houseguest, and unfortunately lately it seems to have set up to hang around for a while. He hasn't slept more than an hour or so at a time in days. If his thoughts are swirling like this, that's probably why.
Couldn't be anything else. How could it? If there was anything else, he'd have noticed it by now.
Lost halfway between thought and plain old spacing out, Hitoshi quietly watches the regular movement of his spoon like a hypnotist's spiral for... he has no idea how long. Abruptly comes back to himself what feels like it could be an hour later, though probably wasn't more than half a minute. The little shake he gives himself back into lucidity is even visible as he looks up at Yuri. ]
( "Would I need to?" Yuri's glad he isn't swallowing anything because he's fairly certain he'd have choked on it - like, properly choked - but then Hitoshi is snorting with laughter and Yuri feels a little like he's experiencing conversational whiplash. What the fuck is going on? Was he always this shit at Friendship or is this something new and exclusive to his relationship with Hitoshi? Luckily for the both of them he recovers quickly, a witty response poised on the tip of his tongue, but then he notices that Hitoshi seems to have well and truly spaced out in the aftermath of his little joke.
Honestly. This guy. )
I didn't say anything, you fucking weirdo.
( But Yuri's words are affectionate. He rolls his eyes, doing his best to brush off any awkwardness lingering around his lack of response as to whether Hitoshi would get laid, and picks up one of the folded menus to give himself something to do with his hands. Would there be any point in adding a sarcastic comment suggesting his friend needs to get a little more sleep? Probably not. It isn't like it'll magically cure his insomnia, after all. )
... Do you even like guys?
( Yuri blinks at himself, wondering how the fuck he managed to blurt out something he wasn't even concentrating on. A slight frown presses into his brow as he glances at Hitoshi over the top of his menu, because ... huh. He supposes it's a valid question, at least. Own it, Plisetsky. Don't turn into a gibbering wreck like the Piggy. )
I mean - Anton ditched me because I'm not a hot girl. I guess if he was into guys and thought he had a chance with me, he might not have left.
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He blinks, eyes widening just a fraction as he glances down at the table - as if he could see through the smooth wooden surface. And see what, exactly? Looking back up at Yuri, it definitely doesn't seem like he meant for that to be quite as flirtatious as it ended up coming across, his ears a telltale pink. Hitoshi exhales a breath of laughter and carefully ignores something dangerously close to disappointment that tugs at him as a result.
But hey, maybe if he does it too, it'll be less of a Thing. Less... something. It'll be closer to the actual joke it's supposed to be, anyway. ]
You want to dance with me, Yura?
[ There's that grin of his again, playful as ever. ]
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( Yuri flusters at both the question and Hitoshi's use of the affectionate diminutive version of his name. He knows he's being teased - when is Hitoshi not teasing him, really - but he feels suddenly called out, and his gut reaction is to immediately start back-pedaling on whatever it is he said. It takes a lot of effort to ignore that habit and attempt something a little ... different.
Hitoshi's foot-nudge back gives him the last few ounces of courage that he needs. )
So what if I do?
( He raises an eyebrow, assessing the other from over the rim of his steaming cup. They've never had a night out together - their schedules rarely align in a way that allows for excessive drinking and dancing on both parts - but that doesn't mean Yuri's never entertained the idea of showing Hitoshi that he can dance on solid ground as well as ice. )
At least you wouldn't ditch me to get laid, right?
( Green eyes narrow into a playful glare as he sets his cup down in front of him again. It's nice, actually, to already kind of know that Hitoshi wouldn't screw him over like that. Yuri's never been made to feel as though the time they've spent together has been wasted. )
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[ Hitoshi lifts an eyebrow, still grinning - but that's a step further than he really wants to go with his teasing, so there isn't really room for a reaction to it on Yuri's part before he snorts with laughter, making it clear that that wasn't actually a serious question and in the process breaking a vague sense of tension that he suspects he might be completely imagining. He might be eighteen, but he's not totally stupid.
Shoulders shaking slightly with mirth, he looks down into his cup, watching the little bubbles that collect on the surface. The spoon's still in it, just because he hasn't bothered to take it out yet, so with his chin once again in his hand he begins idly swirling the dark liquid around. Normally by now he'd be getting on for his second cup, using caffeine as a cheap stand-in for sleep that evades much more deftly and can't simply be bought. And that's probably it, isn't it? Insomnia is an irregular and unpredictable houseguest, and unfortunately lately it seems to have set up to hang around for a while. He hasn't slept more than an hour or so at a time in days. If his thoughts are swirling like this, that's probably why.
Couldn't be anything else. How could it? If there was anything else, he'd have noticed it by now.
Lost halfway between thought and plain old spacing out, Hitoshi quietly watches the regular movement of his spoon like a hypnotist's spiral for... he has no idea how long. Abruptly comes back to himself what feels like it could be an hour later, though probably wasn't more than half a minute. The little shake he gives himself back into lucidity is even visible as he looks up at Yuri. ]
... Sorry, you say something?
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( "Would I need to?" Yuri's glad he isn't swallowing anything because he's fairly certain he'd have choked on it - like, properly choked - but then Hitoshi is snorting with laughter and Yuri feels a little like he's experiencing conversational whiplash. What the fuck is going on? Was he always this shit at Friendship or is this something new and exclusive to his relationship with Hitoshi? Luckily for the both of them he recovers quickly, a witty response poised on the tip of his tongue, but then he notices that Hitoshi seems to have well and truly spaced out in the aftermath of his little joke.
Honestly. This guy. )
I didn't say anything, you fucking weirdo.
( But Yuri's words are affectionate. He rolls his eyes, doing his best to brush off any awkwardness lingering around his lack of response as to whether Hitoshi would get laid, and picks up one of the folded menus to give himself something to do with his hands. Would there be any point in adding a sarcastic comment suggesting his friend needs to get a little more sleep? Probably not. It isn't like it'll magically cure his insomnia, after all. )
... Do you even like guys?
( Yuri blinks at himself, wondering how the fuck he managed to blurt out something he wasn't even concentrating on. A slight frown presses into his brow as he glances at Hitoshi over the top of his menu, because ... huh. He supposes it's a valid question, at least. Own it, Plisetsky. Don't turn into a gibbering wreck like the Piggy. )
I mean - Anton ditched me because I'm not a hot girl. I guess if he was into guys and thought he had a chance with me, he might not have left.