[Oh I bet Russell has been craving some sort of pussy. Maybe he didn't exactly have this sort in mind, but...]
[Well, there it is. Or, more accurately, there's what appears to be a stray person behind the bar of the Toybox. He's curled up, probably asleep in his dirty jeans and hoodie, tucked very tightly in the shadows. As though he was hiding and just fell asleep.]
[It's a very Loki sort of thing you have to admit.]
[Russell isn't really sure why he's the one taking the trash out, but it was starting to stink and no one else is around to do it. He spots the (assumed) crazy hobo and frowns, sighing as he nudges the sleeping figure with a foot.]
Hey. Unless you want some glass bottles dumped on your ass you better find somewhere else to nap.
[Artemis was sleeping just fine until someone started prodding at him. With their foot no less. He's up on his hands and turning around almost in a second, and reflexively hissing at--]
Russell... [At least he's able to quash the feeling of rubbing his forehead against Russell's knee to show he didn't mean it. He was just startled...]
[He looks up at Russell, then around at the alley where it seems he spent the night. It was tiring, hiding from people.] Can I come inside? I wasn't able to break in this morning.
[Well that was a new one. He hadn't expected the dirty hobo to be Artemis, and he certainly hadn't expected him to start hissing at him. The young man had a room, and plenty of people he could call, including Russell, so why was he sleeping in an alley? Russell would have to find out.]
[He nods his assent, reaching out to pull Artemis closer with an arm around his waist]
Sure, you can come in. And then you can tell me why you were sleepin' in the alley instead of callin' me like a normal person.
[What had happened? He's curious, and though he won't admit it, a little worried. He couldn't imagine that this meant anything good.]
I left my phone at home. [He blushes, looking embarrassed. He had just wanted to go for a walk. A short one. And then once he was out he had been certain everyone was looking at him and could tell he had certain tendencies under his hood. Which led to him trying to get into the Toybox as a safe haven, and instead he was trapped whilst people walked the strip.]
I'll show you why I was sleeping in an alley... once we're in private.
[Have a laugh Yuri! Or, maybe more accurately, someone sleeping in your bed when you get home one night. The covers are all the way over his head, and there's a sweatshirt that was definitely not there before thrown over the back of a chair.]
[It is indeed someone Yuri knows. Someone who didn't feel safe as a walking fetish, and so went to one of his best friends for help. Said friend happened to be out, and the bed was just sitting there.....]
[Artemis stirs, taking his sweet time pushing himself up and stretching under the covers.] It's me, Yuri. Not someone here to go through your refrigerator and then your underwear drawer. [Nnngh, he just wants to flop over and go back to sleep. This was all so stressful.]
...Yes, I have a problem. [He sits up and pulls the comforter down, away from his head. Two cat ears flick forward once the comforter passes over them. His eyes even seem to glow in the dim light as he looks over at Yuri (a little dismayed that he can actually see somewhat in the dark).]
I would say you were whining if the heating wasn't broken. [Artemis calls into the bedroom from the hall. No, the fuses are well and truly fried. He needed A) better lighting so he could see what he was doing, and B) spare parts. He doesn't have either, so he supposes he's done playing mechanic for the night.]
[Sighing he walks down the hallway and into the bedroom. He's also in his jacket and (very fashionable) sweatpants, socks, and slippers. And a scarf.] No doubt the building manager will have spares, but I'm not going out there to get them now.
[Artemis rolls his little suitcase into the smaller hacienda his family owns in Spain. It's been a while since he's been there, but he does remember how beautiful it was. All the more reason to bring Rikku there and impress him. It wasn't about the money with Rikku, it was all about the experience--which meant Spain was necessary.]
[He stops in the entryway and pauses, waiting for his boyfriend to catch up.] What do you think?
[Artemis beams as Rikku praises the house and turns to keep rolling his suitcase.] It's been aired out, I called ahead, but I think the groceries are still being moved in. I'll show you your room and if you're hungry we can go find a cafe.
[Artemis smiles mysteriously.] I'm only giving you a choice. If you don't like the master bedroom I can always give you another one. So many views and balconies and patios...
[Artemis had been up all night working, and so now he's sleeping in. So to speak.]
[He's in his pajamas, enjoying laying in a little heap without any obligation. It's the weekend, after all, and fortunately no one tends to call in the name of business or business crisis. He can have the whole day to himself if he likes. And given how hard he's been working lately, he's very much looking forward to spending the entire day not doing anything productive.]
[Rolling over, Artemis blindly reaches for his phone, wondering if Roma has already greeted the day. It is 10:30, after all, and he sends out a quick text message:]
Awake, but you'll have to pry me out of this bed by force today. Where are you?
[Punctuation is still, sadly, beyond Rome's grasp - except for the purposes of making facsimiles of facial expressions, phalluses, and other such vital sigils. Then he is perfectly adept with them.
He leans against a rack of weights as he texts, grinning, little phone dwarfed in his hands and growing more sweat-smudged by the moment.]
[Artemis chuckles at the barrage of somewhat unintelligible text messages, but he's long since learned to read Roman. He rolls onto his stomach and texts back.]
I'll be right here, waiting to rescue you from a boring bath.
[And... maybe a boring morning. Once the texts are fired off Artemis shimmies out of his pajamas and pulls up the covers to hide under. And then he waits...]
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[He has been craving some pussy so much after all. Let's give him some!]
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[Well, there it is. Or, more accurately, there's what appears to be a stray person behind the bar of the Toybox. He's curled up, probably asleep in his dirty jeans and hoodie, tucked very tightly in the shadows. As though he was hiding and just fell asleep.]
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[Russell isn't really sure why he's the one taking the trash out, but it was starting to stink and no one else is around to do it. He spots the (assumed) crazy hobo and frowns, sighing as he nudges the sleeping figure with a foot.]
Hey. Unless you want some glass bottles dumped on your ass you better find somewhere else to nap.
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Russell... [At least he's able to quash the feeling of rubbing his forehead against Russell's knee to show he didn't mean it. He was just startled...]
[He looks up at Russell, then around at the alley where it seems he spent the night. It was tiring, hiding from people.] Can I come inside? I wasn't able to break in this morning.
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[He nods his assent, reaching out to pull Artemis closer with an arm around his waist]
Sure, you can come in. And then you can tell me why you were sleepin' in the alley instead of callin' me like a normal person.
[What had happened? He's curious, and though he won't admit it, a little worried. He couldn't imagine that this meant anything good.]
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I'll show you why I was sleeping in an alley... once we're in private.
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Someone here?
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[Artemis stirs, taking his sweet time pushing himself up and stretching under the covers.] It's me, Yuri. Not someone here to go through your refrigerator and then your underwear drawer. [Nnngh, he just wants to flop over and go back to sleep. This was all so stressful.]
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I believe Loki has struck again.
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I have never used this icon
That's.... what, new icon #4?
Well it's not *new*, but I think it would be #5
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AU. Modern. Roomies. Snowstorm
[It is freezing. Why did Rikku move to Boston? He should have tried for someplace warmer.
He's sitting on his bed bundled up in five layers and two blankets]
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[Sighing he walks down the hallway and into the bedroom. He's also in his jacket and (very fashionable) sweatpants, socks, and slippers. And a scarf.] No doubt the building manager will have spares, but I'm not going out there to get them now.
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[He sulks a little]
At least the power's still working?
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[And before he can say anything else, the power goes out. Of course. It's karmic law.]
...well. I suppose I didn't have to work on that paper anyway. [He moves to the closet and starts getting out some blankets.]
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Does this happen in Ireland?
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[He stops in the entryway and pauses, waiting for his boyfriend to catch up.] What do you think?
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It's gorgeous!
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[Puppy eyes]
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[He's in his pajamas, enjoying laying in a little heap without any obligation. It's the weekend, after all, and fortunately no one tends to call in the name of business or business crisis. He can have the whole day to himself if he likes. And given how hard he's been working lately, he's very much looking forward to spending the entire day not doing anything productive.]
[Rolling over, Artemis blindly reaches for his phone, wondering if Roma has already greeted the day. It is 10:30, after all, and he sends out a quick text message:]
Awake, but you'll have to pry me out of this bed by force today. Where are you?
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[Punctuation is still, sadly, beyond Rome's grasp - except for the purposes of making facsimiles of facial expressions, phalluses, and other such vital sigils. Then he is perfectly adept with them.
He leans against a rack of weights as he texts, grinning, little phone dwarfed in his hands and growing more sweat-smudged by the moment.]
WHEREIALWAYSAMAFTERBREAKFASTANDBEFOREABATH
STAYTHEREICANCOMEANDGETYOV
BATHSAREBORINGALONEANYVAY
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I'll be right here, waiting to rescue you from a boring bath.
[And... maybe a boring morning. Once the texts are fired off Artemis shimmies out of his pajamas and pulls up the covers to hide under. And then he waits...]