They probably do! Maybe even the frozen ones. I don't want another drink, but maybe I can have a sip of yours?
( his eyebrows go up hopefully before he giggles and shakes his head, implying that yuri doesn't have to share any of his strawberry marg if he doesn't want to. but he would very much like it if he could sample the taste.
he makes his way back to their sequestered sitting area where he instantly and briefly strikes up a conversation with bren to say hello and double-check his siren-sitting dates for the coming weekends when bren and ry are busy. ( the pickles care is implied but it's really siren who needs finn's attention. ) instead of the bench he had been squeezed into, finn has upgraded to a little settee with more than enough room for yuri to join him. )
[ yuri drops finn's hand to split off to the bar instead, deciding he'd rather just get his drink and go sit back down with it rather than wait. the guy from before eyes him from across the bar and yuri simply shakes his head at him and shrugs. another time, another place, maybe.
he changes his mind halfway through ordering and decides on a daiquiri instead. finn will like it, he thinks, and he'll take a longer time to drink it, too. the last thing he wants to do is give himself brain freeze.
yuri returns to their corner in the middle of the petsitting conversation, frozen pink deliciousness in his hand, and he settles back in next to finn with a happy little sigh. he glances away from the pointed, questioning gaze that ry sends his way and takes a sip of his drink. ]
Here, decided to go with a daiquiri instead. Still strawberry. Sip?
( finn is in the middle of listening to bren talk about his future pet furniture plans when yuri returns. he instantly perks up when he joins them in their corner, eyes wide at the change in drink. )
Oh, that looks delicious! ( instead of taking the glass from him, he leans in to take a sip for himself, licking his lips when he pulls away. ) And it's just as yummy as it looks. That was a good choice, and it matches us both.
( he needlessly gestures between his shirt and yuri's hair, still excited. his phone beeps and he finally opens it to check the time, making a disappointed noise. )
I can't stay for too much longer, but I'm glad you invited me, ( finn adds with a slump of his shoulders. ) I have to get up a little early tomorrow.
( "yeah, because you hogged him all night," bren complains, but that only makes finn laugh. )
I had fun too! I have a little bit of time left with you, but I - I just have to catch a bus home soon. ( he pats yuri's knee affectionately before pulling away. )
I have a class tomorrow morning, then I have my shift. So if you want ice cream, I'll be at the spot for the afternoon. ( it's not an official invitation, but people usually end up showing up anyway to help finn pass the time with the cones. )
[ yuri takes another sip of his drink and then brightens up for a moment, patting around for his phone and wiggling it out of his pocket. ]
We should take a selfie to commemorate the rare evening out.
[ he beams and cuddles in close against finn before raising his phone up into the air to get the best angle. frankly, he thinks they look amazing together, thank you, and he really wants nothing more in his life than to fill his phone with pictures of the two of them. ]
( oh, is it selfie time? finn's camera ready, his smile big and dimpled. he leans into the other easily, shoulders bumping, hands tidily in his lap. instead of looking at the camera, he's smiling big at yuri instead. )
Send that one to me, please! ( he's not on social media much, save for having an account because his best friend wanted to tag him in things. )
[ is his heart trying to hammer out of his chest because this might be the cutest selfie he's ever taken with another human? maybe. finn's looking at him and it's spiraling him into a dangerous world of delusion because that's such a boyfriend thing to do and he doesn't know if he can handle it. ]
I will.
[ he's also going to set it as his home screen the second finn leaves.
yuri sets his drink down and tilts sideways to lean heavily against finn. he reaches for one of finn's hands and starts playing with his fingers with a faint hum. ]
This is random but god damn your hands are so big.
( bren tuts behind him and finn takes it as a sign to promise a photo with him before he leaves.
he's just started a new conversation with the other two in their corner when yuri decides to take his arm again and he looks down at him with a little half grin. for a few moments, he just quietly watches him play with his fingers. )
So I've heard. I don't really think about it much. ( he spreads his fingers to line them up with yuri's. he teases, ) Or are your hands just small?
[ he was sort of just half listening to their conversation, distracted as he is by finn's hand. he's also been very much ignoring the glances bren and ryker keep sending him, some weird combination of sympathetic and exasperated. yuri practically preens when he has finn's attention again--
only to whine and lightly slap his arm with his other hand. ]
My hands are plenty big!
[ the lady doth protest too much, if the way his fingers definitely only reach to the last knuckle on finn's is any indication. ]
Perfect for holding, anyway. Which... you can, you know. If the mood ever strikes you.
[ please be dark enough in here that the way his ears go red is hidden. please, please, please. ]
( he giggles, but bren's cute dolphin laugh manages to drown it out. without thinking, he briefly laces their fingers together before slowly sliding it away. finn feels quite badly for having to dislodge himself from yuri's embrace, but he does have a bus to catch and more classes in the morning. )
Oh, I hate to go! But I'll see you all soon!
( he seems to lightly drape himself over bren and ry to bid them farewell, accepting affectionate pats on the head in the process, before turning again to yuri. )
I'm glad you were my dance partner, ( he says honestly, still quite moved that yuri turned down what could have been an fun night for him. )
[ yuri makes sure to let out a petulant whine when they've disentangled, a pout tugging his lips downward. he waves finn off either way, finally offering him a small smile. ]
Let us know when you get home safely.
[ and he watches every last step finn takes out the door before he promptly falls over across the seats to scream into the cushion.
not too loud, though. but certainly loud enough that the immediate party can't miss it. ]
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( his eyebrows go up hopefully before he giggles and shakes his head, implying that yuri doesn't have to share any of his strawberry marg if he doesn't want to. but he would very much like it if he could sample the taste.
he makes his way back to their sequestered sitting area where he instantly and briefly strikes up a conversation with bren to say hello and double-check his siren-sitting dates for the coming weekends when bren and ry are busy. ( the pickles care is implied but it's really siren who needs finn's attention. ) instead of the bench he had been squeezed into, finn has upgraded to a little settee with more than enough room for yuri to join him. )
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[ yuri drops finn's hand to split off to the bar instead, deciding he'd rather just get his drink and go sit back down with it rather than wait. the guy from before eyes him from across the bar and yuri simply shakes his head at him and shrugs. another time, another place, maybe.
he changes his mind halfway through ordering and decides on a daiquiri instead. finn will like it, he thinks, and he'll take a longer time to drink it, too. the last thing he wants to do is give himself brain freeze.
yuri returns to their corner in the middle of the petsitting conversation, frozen pink deliciousness in his hand, and he settles back in next to finn with a happy little sigh. he glances away from the pointed, questioning gaze that ry sends his way and takes a sip of his drink. ]
Here, decided to go with a daiquiri instead. Still strawberry. Sip?
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Oh, that looks delicious! ( instead of taking the glass from him, he leans in to take a sip for himself, licking his lips when he pulls away. ) And it's just as yummy as it looks. That was a good choice, and it matches us both.
( he needlessly gestures between his shirt and yuri's hair, still excited. his phone beeps and he finally opens it to check the time, making a disappointed noise. )
I can't stay for too much longer, but I'm glad you invited me, ( finn adds with a slump of his shoulders. ) I have to get up a little early tomorrow.
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he wraps his lips around the straw perhaps a bit more purposefully than he means to and he sips at it almost petulantly before he finally nods. ]
It's alright. Not everyone has the luxury to be a night owl.
[ yuri tilts his head and rests it against finn's shoulder with a smile. ]
I'm glad you could make it out with us. I had fun.
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I had fun too! I have a little bit of time left with you, but I - I just have to catch a bus home soon. ( he pats yuri's knee affectionately before pulling away. )
I have a class tomorrow morning, then I have my shift. So if you want ice cream, I'll be at the spot for the afternoon. ( it's not an official invitation, but people usually end up showing up anyway to help finn pass the time with the cones. )
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[ yuri takes another sip of his drink and then brightens up for a moment, patting around for his phone and wiggling it out of his pocket. ]
We should take a selfie to commemorate the rare evening out.
[ he beams and cuddles in close against finn before raising his phone up into the air to get the best angle. frankly, he thinks they look amazing together, thank you, and he really wants nothing more in his life than to fill his phone with pictures of the two of them. ]
Cheeeeese.
[ click. ah, there. look at them. ]
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Send that one to me, please! ( he's not on social media much, save for having an account because his best friend wanted to tag him in things. )
I'll save you a scoop too, Yuri.
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I will.
[ he's also going to set it as his home screen the second finn leaves.
yuri sets his drink down and tilts sideways to lean heavily against finn. he reaches for one of finn's hands and starts playing with his fingers with a faint hum. ]
This is random but god damn your hands are so big.
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he's just started a new conversation with the other two in their corner when yuri decides to take his arm again and he looks down at him with a little half grin. for a few moments, he just quietly watches him play with his fingers. )
So I've heard. I don't really think about it much. ( he spreads his fingers to line them up with yuri's. he teases, ) Or are your hands just small?
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only to whine and lightly slap his arm with his other hand. ]
My hands are plenty big!
[ the lady doth protest too much, if the way his fingers definitely only reach to the last knuckle on finn's is any indication. ]
Perfect for holding, anyway. Which... you can, you know. If the mood ever strikes you.
[ please be dark enough in here that the way his ears go red is hidden. please, please, please. ]
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Oh, I hate to go! But I'll see you all soon!
( he seems to lightly drape himself over bren and ry to bid them farewell, accepting affectionate pats on the head in the process, before turning again to yuri. )
I'm glad you were my dance partner, ( he says honestly, still quite moved that yuri turned down what could have been an fun night for him. )
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Let us know when you get home safely.
[ and he watches every last step finn takes out the door before he promptly falls over across the seats to scream into the cushion.
not too loud, though. but certainly loud enough that the immediate party can't miss it. ]