( "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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( "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.