[ The initial surprise of seeing his boyfriend (? can he call him his boyfriend? they're dating in secret, so "boyfriend" almost feels too simple) fades, replaced by a blush that lightly dusts over his cheeks. ] Hey, ya can't judge a man for what he wears in his own home!
[ But moving on from the subject of worn but warm college paraphernalia-- he takes a look at Yuri, lightly dusted with snow (like powdered sugar on one of those crepes he tried to feed him on a rare secret date) and reflexively shivers. ] But aren't ya cold? And what're you doin' here anyways? [ Someone very clearly hasn't looked at his phone. ]
[ Raven gets it. Or, at least, gets it well enough.
He rubs his neck and steps aside to let Yuri into his humble abode. ] Then come in. You sure aren't gonna get any warmer out there.
[ And, once he's inside, he shuts the door and shuffles in the direction of his room. ] Go ahead and make yourself at home. I'll get ya somethin' dry to change into. [ He loves you but he's not going to cuddle with you while you're cold and wet, Yuri. ]
[Yuri likes to pretend he’s cool as a cucumber and in most instances he is. But even he can admit to feeling a little nervous, tension rising in his shoulders, about spending time at his boyfriend’s house, alone, and for longer than a couple minutes, for the first time. Crossing the threshold and closing the door behind him doesn’t help any.]
Thanks. [He slowly strips out of his layers, trying not to shake any loose snowflakes onto Raven’s floor, and bundles them up in his arms until Raven designates a place for them.] Am I interrupting anything?
[ From the bedroom, he calls, ] Nah, not really. Honestly, I ain't doin' anything today. [ Except play Tales of Draspi, if the theme sound loudly and continuously playing from his TV is any indication.
After a bit of deliberation (sure, his sweats are baggy, but what's gonna not look completely awkward on his taller boyfriend's body?) Raven reappears to hand off a change of clothes. ]
Here. [ +1 pair of college sweats! They're navy blue and clearly well loved. ] And I'll just take your clothes... [ gimme gimme ]
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[ But moving on from the subject of worn but warm college paraphernalia-- he takes a look at Yuri, lightly dusted with snow (like powdered sugar on one of those crepes he tried to feed him on a rare secret date) and reflexively shivers. ] But aren't ya cold? And what're you doin' here anyways? [ Someone very clearly hasn't looked at his phone. ]
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[Yuri shuffles. He's not so bothered by the cold.]
There's no school today.
[He says it with meaning. Do you get it, Raven. DO YOU.]
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He rubs his neck and steps aside to let Yuri into his humble abode. ] Then come in. You sure aren't gonna get any warmer out there.
[ And, once he's inside, he shuts the door and shuffles in the direction of his room. ] Go ahead and make yourself at home. I'll get ya somethin' dry to change into. [ He loves you but he's not going to cuddle with you while you're cold and wet, Yuri. ]
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Thanks. [He slowly strips out of his layers, trying not to shake any loose snowflakes onto Raven’s floor, and bundles them up in his arms until Raven designates a place for them.] Am I interrupting anything?
[Not that it’s his fault or anything.]
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After a bit of deliberation (sure, his sweats are baggy, but what's gonna not look completely awkward on his taller boyfriend's body?) Raven reappears to hand off a change of clothes. ]
Here. [ +1 pair of college sweats! They're navy blue and clearly well loved. ] And I'll just take your clothes... [ gimme gimme ]